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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

JACK

“ I t was at this point right here when I concluded that Jon is a better coach than he was a player.” Ollie pauses the footage and jumps up from his chair. He points at me, Tyler, and Matt Rice on-screen. “Nashville was not expecting this overload, and you fucking nailed that slap shot!”

He crouches down in front of the TV, and I sit on the sofa, my eyes feeling heavy. It’s almost midnight, and we’re the only ones still up. If it had been an option to head to bed with Kendra, that’s exactly where I’d be. Despite liking her brother immensely.

I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Are you sure you picked the right sport?”

He stands from his crouch, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Can’t skate for shit. Plus, when Dad was home from England, he had me on a pitch before I was even talking.”

He walks back over and sits down, hitting play on the footage. “While I have the chance and Kendra isn’t here, I just want to say thanks for what you did. For helping her out. She’s too stubborn to come to me or Mom and Dad, so, yeah, thanks. ”

He keeps his eyes focused on the screen as he runs a palm down his sweatpants, clearly deep in deliberation over his next sentence. “Tyler broke her heart. Maybe not at the point of their breakup, but definitely when she realized what a ball sack he was.”

I know what he’s saying. I’d be saying the same thing when it came to Darcy, and I’m positive she would, too, if the shoe were on the other foot.

“I won’t hurt her,” I say, giving him the answer he needs. “The only time I’ll leave her life is if she asks me to.”

He visibly relaxes into the cushion behind him. “She’d hate me if she knew I was being the protective big brother. It’s only because I care.” He flicks his eyes to me, and I see the sincerity. “I like you, Jack. I get the feeling I’ll see a whole lot more of you over the years, and I can’t say I’m mad about it.”

I nod once. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. I told her I was addicted, and I’m not ashamed to admit the same thing to you.”

Can men swoon? Clearly, they can, judging by the way Ollie is looking at me.

On a stifled yawn, I reach across and grab my mobile from the end of the sofa. “I won’t see you for Christmas since the NHL isn’t the La Liga and we have to work for our wages.”

He rolls his eyes, and I smile at the video message that just came through.

“So, consider this my gift to you.”

Walking the few paces, I pass Ollie my phone and hit play.

“Noooooo!” he exhales when he registers what I did earlier.

“Hey, Ollie. Jon Morgan here. Jack tells me you’re a huge fan, and since he’s head over heels with your sister, I figure we’ll essentially be family at some point. Anyway, consider it my future father-in-law duty to send you a couple of items, including a signed puck from when I made a hat trick against the Blades a few seasons back.” Jon grins at the camera. “Have a great Christmas and go kill the Champions League this season. I have a hundred dollars on you making top goal scorer.”

The video ends, and Ollie remains transfixed on the dark screen. “That was undoubtedly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I take my phone back from him and pocket it. “All in the name of big-brother brownie points.”

He stands from his chair and offers his hand out to me, pointing toward the door I’m about to head through for bed. “Jack, I will carry you up there myself if it means you’ll propose.”

I snort a laugh and shake his hand. “Don’t fucking tempt me.”

I know I previously said having Kendra sleep in the room next to mine was torture. But having to walk past her room, knowing she’s likely half naked and all mine?

Yeah, I’m not hard at all.

In around twelve hours, I need to board a flight back to Nashville, and I’m painfully aware of it as I stand, fixated on the spare bedroom door.

Respectful English boy. That’s what you are, Jack. You can’t fuck her in her childhood bed. You’ve gotten off to a great start with her family. Don’t blow it now.

And don’t think about blowing.

Undressed and now in bed, I flip onto my back and stare up at the white ceiling.

“Fucking idiot,” I whisper to my nineteen-year-old self. “The fuck were you thinking?”

“You know they say that’s the first sign of madness, right?”

Kendra stands in the doorway, dressed in an old New York Storm jersey which falls to just below her pussy.

Fuck … is she wearing underwear ?

I go to ask her what she’s doing when she presses a finger to her lips, strutting into the room and closing the door behind her.

“Shhh.’”

Her hands fall to the hem of her top, and I reach out and stop her, squeezing my eyes shut and thinking about all the dirty things I’m desperate to do.

Screw the respectable-boy image. I’m fucking her.

When I set my eyes back on my girlfriend, I see the same fire burning in hers.

“Leave it on. You might be made to wear my name, but I have a competence kink, and the sight of you in this”—I pluck at the material—“has me harder than ever.”

Her grin seals my fate as she climbs under the covers and straddles me. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

The heat radiating through my athletic shorts told me she wasn’t. “Come here, Kitten.”

She braces a palm on the pillow next to my head as her hair falls around us.

“Can you be really quiet for me?” I ask after several swipes of my tongue into her mouth.

She whimpers when I pull her bottom lip between my teeth and bite down gently. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think I could. My brother’s next door, and these walls are thin.”

I lift my hips into her. “Do you think he’d still like me if he knew what I planned to do with his baby sister while he slept a few feet away?”

My girlfriend’s on her back in seconds as I hover over her body.

“Though, just to be clear”—I swipe my hand through her pussy and let her taste first—“I might fuck you like it’s the last time I’ll feel you underneath me, but I’ll always love you like it’s forever.” I steal a taste from my fingers as her eyes shine in awe. “Because it is forever, Kendra. I’m done, finished, on my knees for you.”

She swallows thickly as I push down my shorts and thrust into her. She gasps at the shock, and I throw my palm over her mouth, muffling the sound.

“Take this cock like the silent slut I know you can be.”

I drive into her again and grab the top of the wooden headboard, preventing it from banging against the wall.

“How’s that, Kitten?”

She stays perfectly silent as I roll my hips again.

“If I remove my hand, can I trust you to come all over my dick in secret?”

Kendra blinks once, and I interpret that as confirmation, pulling my hand away before bringing it down between us.

“Even if I do this?” Using the release dripping from her pussy, I tentatively circle her ass.

Her eyes grow wide. “That’s my …” She trails off, overcome with pleasure when I slowly and carefully insert one finger.

Frantically, she pushes the duvet back and exposes us, and then—like a good girl—she lifts both legs in the air and spreads them as wide as they’ll go. “I’m going to come, Jack.”

My name tumbles from her lips as she arches into me, taking my dick and fingers so perfectly.

“Is this what you wanted when you snuck in here? To have your ass and pussy come like this? Because they are, Kitten. I can feel you all over me.”

My own filthy mouth is my undoing, and I drop my face into the pillow beside her, groaning and moaning through the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Thank you,” I breathe out quietly. “Thank you for giving me the chance to prove I’m not the jackass he made me out to be. I’m not, Kendra. All I am is in love with you.”

She runs a hand through the hair at the back of my head, and I lift up to look at her. “Do I have to wait a little longer before I win your heart over?” I place my palm over her chest as it rises and falls rapidly.

She cups each side of my face in her hands, stroking my cheeks with her thumbs. “You have it, in its entirety. Truthfully, I think you always have, even if I just didn’t know it. Even if it never felt like it. I always knew you were around; I could always feel your presence from across the room at parties.” She kisses my forehead, and my heart detonates. “I love you, Jack. Forever.”

My knuckles tighten around the headboard as I roll into her again. Despite the fact that I just came, I’m still hard, and she’s soaking from us both.

“I reckon we have a few more hours before everyone wakes up. Let me show you what it’s like to be the center of someone’s world.”