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I start to move, slow at first, then faster as she meets every thrust with equal desperation. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by her soft moans and my harsh breathing.
Her hands scramble at my back, her nails digging in as I build a rhythm that drives us both insane.
“Jesus, Cass,” I pant, sliding one hand under her knee and hiking it higher. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”
Her answer is a cry of pleasure as I pound into her harder, faster, hitting that perfect angle that makes her body seize up. Her tits bounce with every thrust, her back arching off the mattress like she’s offering herself to me completely.
And fuck, I’ll take everything.
She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my back, forcing me deeper, harder. The slap of skin echoes off the walls. She’s wild beneath me, hair fanned out like a halo while her pussy milks my cock like it knows it owns me now.
“Right there,” she gasps. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. ”
"I wouldn't dream of it."
I drive into her harder, chasing that spot that makes her scream, watching her face contort with pleasure. Every sound she makes, every clench of her walls around my cock, sends me closer to the edge.
But I don't want this to end.
I never want this to end.
"You're mine," I growl, the possessiveness taking over completely. "Say it."
Her eyes flutter open, glassy with lust, lips swollen from my kisses. “I’m yours.”
The words detonate inside me.
I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss while my hips snap against hers with renewed urgency. She's close again, I can feel it in the way her breathing changes, the way her nails rake down my back.
“I’m so close,” she chokes out, hips jerking.
“I’ve got you.” My hand slips between us, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “Come for me, Cass. Come with me. Come on my fucking cock . ”
She breaks.
Her orgasm crashes through her in a tidal wave of heat and moans. Her pussy clenches hard, pulling me over the edge with her. I roar her name as I explode inside her, hips jerking as I fill her with everything I have.
My body shudders. My mind blanks.
It’s not just sex.
It’s not just release.
It’s everything .
Every confused emotion I’ve been choking on since I woke up next to her…
married . Every second of watching her today from the shadows, knowing she doesn’t even realize the spotlight is hers .
Every thought I’ve had about doing what I know I should do.
About walking away, about handing her annulment papers and calling this off before it ruins both our lives. ..
It all just… vanishes.
Because right here, wrapped inside her, none of it fucking matters.
Not the draft.
Not the headlines.
Not the fact that I’m supposed to meet her father— Big Mike Hawthorne , the man who could make or break my career—in less than twenty-four hours.
Right now, all I know is her.
Maybe this was never the mistake I thought it was.
Maybe… it’s the only thing that’s real.
We collapse together, a sweaty, satisfied mess of tangled limbs and racing hearts.
I roll us over so she's draped across my chest, her hair tickling my chin as she catches her breath. My hands stroke up and down her spine, mapping the curve of her back, the dip of her waist.
I should feel guilty. I should be thinking about the draft, about my career, about all the ways this could blow up in my face.
Instead, all I can think about is how right this feels. How perfectly she fits against me, like she was made to be here.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand for the third time in five minutes.
"Popular guy," Cassie murmurs against my chest.
I reach over and silence it without looking. "Just Keller and Donovan wondering where I disappeared to."
"Your buddies from the pool?" She raises an eyebrow. "What would they say if they knew you were with your wife right now?"
"They'd never let me live it down," I laugh, pulling her closer. "Keller's probably already drafted the best man speech for a proper wedding."
"Best man speech?" She smiles against my skin.
"Hey, we did this backwards. Might as well keep breaking the rules." I kiss the top of her head, ignoring another buzz from my phone.
The annulment papers sit on the nightstand, forgotten for now. But they won't stay that way forever. Eventually, we'll have to talk about what this means, about who we really are to each other.
But not yet.
For now, I'm content to hold her, to breathe in the scent of her hair and feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against my chest.
"Jax… You know this doesn't change anything," she whispers against my skin after a few silent minutes.
"Doesn't it?" I ask, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
She doesn’t answer right away. Just breathes and thinks to herself so loudly I can practically hear every thought circling inside that beautiful mind.
Then she shifts, propping herself up on the bed to look at me.
"You were at the event today," she says, and there's something different in her voice now. Like she's just figured all of it out. "I saw you in the ballroom. You were talking to people. Hockey people."
"Yeah," I admit carefully, threading my fingers through her hair.
"You know about the draft. About how things work…"
She trails off, brow furrowing as she pieces something else together. God, she looks beautiful even when deep in thought. How am I ever supposed to end this?
“Jax…” she says softly, like she’s on the edge of something she’s not sure she wants to know. “Are you—”
She stops, and then she doesn’t bother to finish the question.
Because she’s looking at me like she already knows.
And, with the way her lips twitch, like she's forcing herself to let it go tells me she doesn’t want the answer.
Shit.
I could lie.
I could tell her I was just helping with the event. That I know people in the league, maybe through a cousin or a friend. That I’m just some guy who happened to end up in the wrong room at the wrong time.
She exhales and presses her cheek against my chest again, like maybe if she stays quiet, we can pretend tonight still exists outside the mess waiting for us tomorrow.
And I let her.
Because you know what… I’m not ready either.