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T he aftermath of the last few days has been … intense , to say the least. For everyone involved. But especially for Alora.

The image of her completely broken down in my arms when her dad was being taken away is burned so deep in my mind. That anguish was torture to watch because I couldn’t take it away. Not then and not now.

Her POTS has flared up, the episode lasting over the last few days. I’ve done everything I can to make it easier for her, but it still doesn’t feel like enough.

She lost her dad—and trust me, I know that he deserves exactly what he got. But that doesn’t take away the ache in my heart when I see her in pain.

It’s such a confusing feeling—holding her as she mourns her dad while I feel peace, watching my brother finally get justice.

There’s still a lot to be worked out. Like my uncle and everything he did. But the agents assured us that he would be held accountable for his role. Now it’s just a waiting game for the both of them.

It’s complicated and murky. Although I wouldn’t expect anything less from this situation. Everything about us has been complicated. But I don’t care.

She’s my life now, the most important part of my existence. Nothing will change that. She’s who I look for in the stands of my games, the home that my heart has found solace in.

Thankfully, Alora’s been feeling better today, and I don’t have to play this game without her in the stands, next to Blair.

Glancing into the crowd, my eyes land on her immediately as we take the ice and skate around for a brief second before setting up for the start of the third period.

Lifting her hand, she blows me a kiss, and my heart fucking jumps out of my chest to catch it.

“Are you done eye-fucking your girlfriend yet?” Asher skates up beside me and smacks the back of my helmet with his hand, laughing.

Jabbing the top of my stick into his side, I scoff. “Why don’t you try to make me stop?”

He rolls his eyes. “Okay, tough guy. Do you want to win tonight?”

Smirking, I skate around Asher. “Oh, baby, we’re going to win. Don’t doubt that.”

“Awfully confident for someone leading by one,” number eighty on the Gargoyles chimes into our conversation as our starting line sets up at center ice.

“Awfully confident for someone I knocked out last season,” I mutter, locking eyes with him as we stare one another down, bracing for the face-off.

I win the battle, dishing the puck back to Asher. He flicks it forward, sniping the pass to the end of Elias’s stick. Elias bursts into the zone, only one defender between him and the goalie.

Flying up on his left side, he drop-passes the puck to me. Winding up, I slap the puck with my stick, and it soars through the air.

It knocks the goalie’s water bottle out of place as I add another goal to the board. The Legends raise their sticks in the air, and everyone races toward me in celebration.

“Fuck yeah!” I shout as they swarm me, my back hitting the board.

Breaking away from the group, I skate toward our bench, making sure that I gain enough speed to catch up to number eighty, who’s heading to his own.

“Two now, huh?” I chirp.

Smirking, he challenges back, “Two goals is the worst lead in hockey.”

“Don’t worry, bud; we’ll make sure to up that number to make you feel more at peace with your loss.”

Turning away from him, I bump gloves with my teammates, hollering into the arena as adrenaline courses through my veins.

The next eight minutes go by without another goal or even a penalty. Somehow, they’ve managed to hold us off. But we’ve done the same. The score is still two to zero.

But I can feel it in the air—that the tension is building up and something is bound to snap it.

The final guy of the last shift switches with Asher at the perfect time, completing our line. Dean steals the puck from number eighty, checking him into the boards as he does it.

Asher shouts to him, slapping his stick on the ice as he races into the neutral zone, “D!”

Dean passes the puck, whipping it down half the rink, right onto Asher’s stick. Flying down the left side of the ice, one of their guys lines him up to smear him into the glass, and I dig my skates into the ice even harder.

He explodes into Asher, throwing him two feet into the wall, and his head collides with the boards. He’s going to fucking pay for that.

Dropping my stick, I burst into the zone. He knows what’s coming, but I’m faster than he expects.

When he turns around, his eyes bulge as he tries to brace for impact. But it’s too late.

I drop my shoulder and ram into him, sending him into the boards, similar to Asher, but much harder.

Rage consumes me as I catch a glimpse of Asher still lying on the ice as Dean and Elias stand in front of him to block anything from accidentally touching him.

Number eighty stands to his feet, a snarl on his face. “You want to go? Huh? You want to go?”

More than anything right now, but Coach told me to try to be on better behavior, as I’ve been too easily instigated to fight lately.

He scoffs cockily. “What a fucking pussy.”

Ignore it. Ignore it. Skate away.

When I turn around toward Griffin, he nods at me with pride. I hate not breaking this kid’s fucking face for his dirty hit on Asher. But I don’t want to let my team down either. We got even.

He shoves my back, and I glide closer to Griffin, who stiffens, inching toward me.

The linesmen and ref get between us, pulling number eighty back like a kid in trouble. Cheers break out in the rink as we’re escorted to the penalty box.

Elias, our captain, skates right behind us. He’ll wait to hear the official call from the ref.

Number eighty is still roaring at me, trying to rev me up, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t working just a little bit.

Before we reach the boxes, he gets one more dig. “Saw you in the news. Was your brother as much of a pussy?”

I snap my head toward him as my fists twitch. He doesn’t deserve a response. He’s not going to get one … not from my mouth at least.

Ditching the linesman holding my arm, I storm over to him, half into the penalty box. Grabbing him by the jersey, I shove him into the box, his head bouncing off of the board inside, the helmet falling to the floor.

Red is all I see—all I want to see. I want his blood to stain the ice when they drag him out of here.

Twisting him around, I pop his jaw with my fist as he tries to cover his face. Relentlessly, I land blow after blow as the white of his skin turns red.

My ears are silent, no voice or music getting through. Only this. Only him.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I sneer, spitting down on him.

Someone pulls me backward, strong enough to move my entire body, and when I turn to see Griffin and Elias holding me, I realize that I might have gone too far.

My hearing starts to open back up, absolute chaos ringing out around me.

My knuckles ache, and I shake my hand, blood spraying to the ice. Although I’m not sure whose blood it is.

“You’re a fucking killer. Leave some aggression for the rest of us.” Griffin smiles at me proudly, chuckling softly.

When I look over at Elias, he shrugs. “He deserved that.”

“Yeah”—I nod, smiling—“he did.”

Pumping my arms in the air, I skate away from them, directing my attention to the crowd that somehow grows even louder.

Hopping the board door, I’m pat on the back as I disappear into the tunnel. I won’t be playing any more tonight—that’s for sure—not after what I just did.

Medical is beside me the moment I enter the locker room, grabbing my knuckles and assessing the damage. But I’ll be fine. I just split the skin on a couple of my knuckles. But it was worth it.

The Legends beat the Royals, four to zero, making me feel even better, knowing that fuckhead is going home with black eyes and a big fat L.

When we get out to the lobby after the game, Alora and Blair are waiting for Griffin and me.

Alora’s face lights up instantly, and my heart fucking melts. Every win feels better with her—hell, life feels better with her.

Dropping my bag to the ground, I charge over to her, cupping her face and crashing my lips to hers. She quickly finds my rhythm, kissing me back with the same intensity.

She moans softly into my mouth, only loud enough for me to hear in the bustling lobby. But it makes my dick twitch in my pants. God, I’m never going to get enough of her. It’s impossible.

When we pull apart, her eyes are on fire. She’s just as turned on as I am. Her lips tip into a devilish smirk, and an idea pops into my mind. A bad one … one we definitely shouldn’t do.

Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I take her hand in mine. “See you back at the house, Griff.”

“You too,” he murmurs with confusion, but doesn’t bother to ask any questions. It’s better that way anyway.

“Malik,” Alora squeals as I lead her down a quieter hallway, one she’s been down before.

I twist the knob of the overstock equipment room, and when it opens, I smile, pulling her inside behind me and flipping the light switch on.

Maybe she won’t feel comfortable with this, or maybe she will want to go back home first.

But as I turn to face her, I realize that my little Bug likes some adventure. Her hands are on my jaw, and her lips are on mine instantly, her tongue delving into my mouth with greed.

Leaning back against the door, I lock it before circling my hands around her waist.

“I need you so fucking bad,” I groan into her parted lips.

She nods with her kiss as her dainty fingers find the bottom of my sweatshirt. The moment her hands slip beneath it and explore my abs, my cock twitches.

She loves my body and has no problem showing her adoration, making me fucking feral as she runs her hands up my pecs and then over my shoulders, tugging me closer to her.

Sucking her bottom lip between my teeth, I nibble at it, and a moan vibrates through her and into me.

She whimpers. “I want you.”

I push my joggers and boxers down, and my erection springs free, bouncing between us. “Get on your knees and beg me for it.”

Her eyes darken as she flicks her gaze down at my pulsing cock and back to my heated stare. She wets her lips as she wraps her hand around my shaft, dropping to her knees before me.

With her eyes big and sultry, she takes my tip into her mouth, circling her tongue repeatedly.

I flip her hair to one side. I think the hottest thing she’s ever worn is my last name and number. “You look so fucking good like that, baby.”

She takes more of me into her mouth, and I slide down her throat, filling her up until her lips press against the base of my shaft. She flicks her tongue out of her mouth, lapping at my balls, and the sensation nearly sends me spiraling over the edge.

“Holy fuuuck,” I groan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

The warmth of her mouth leaves me, and I open my eyes, looking down at her. Her lips are pursed, and her eyes are hooded.

“How about you beg me ?”

Her words take me by surprise, but my cock fucking twitches, bouncing off her chin.

“You want me to beg you?”

She bites down on her bottom lip and nods, standing to her feet and taking my shaft in her hand, pumping me slowly. “Beg me to let you fuck me.”

Her hand feels so good on me, and for the first time ever, I’ll beg. But in my own way.

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I lower my mouth an inch above hers. Using my other hand, I slide my thumb along her tongue, opening her mouth.

I spit down into her mouth, and my dick hardens as she sticks her tongue out further, greedily taking it. She swallows hard and licks her lips.

Guiding her by the throat, I spin us around, pressing her back into the door.

Leaning down, I run my tongue from the base of her neck to her ear, humming at how good she tastes and smells.

She pumps me faster as her heart rate picks up. I make sure to keep an eye on the pulse beneath my thumb, not wanting to push her too far.

“Please, baby,” I groan, my breath caressing her ear. “Let me bury myself inside of your tight pussy. Let me fuck what’s mine.”

Her breathing is erratic as she pulls my head back and claims my lips with hers. Ferocious and feral, she kisses me with a hunger I’ve never seen.

Sliding my hands down her body and over my jersey, I hook my fingers in her leggings and panties, pushing them down to her knees.

My fingers find her core instantly. “Drenched for me. Just how I like it.”

She nods, her back arched and eyelids heavy.

Her hands fumble for her leggings—to take them off, I’m sure—but I stop her after she pushes them halfway down her legs. I know exactly how I’m going to take her, and she won’t need them completely off.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I instruct her, hooking my arm beneath both her knees with my right arm.

She does as told, and I lift her into the air, guiding her back against the door. Keeping her legs over my right arm, I stand up to full height, flattening my hand on the door at her side.

Grabbing my cock with my left hand, I stroke it through her wetness, and she inhales at the contact.

“Are you going to be my good little slut and take it like this?”

She nods, wiggling her hips. “Yes. Ugh, please.”

“I knew you’d be the one begging me in the end.” I smirk, line myself up with her, and plunge into her tight pussy in one fell swoop, the angle from her twisted legs nearly brings me to my knees.

“Ahh!” she cries out, moaning at the intense sensation.

With her legs pressed together and hooked over my arm, my dick stretches her pussy out in a whole new way, and it’s fucking magical.

As I thrust every final inch into her, our breathing matches up as we cling to one another.

Rolling my hips back, I ease back into her, torturously slow for the both of us. But with how perfect she feels and how intense I feel for her, I’m not going to last long at all.

Palming her ass with my left hand, I lift her slightly, holding her in place as I pull back and rail into her.

She moans and gasps with every thrust.

Her pleasure fills the room, and I don’t give a fuck if anyone hears us. I’m sure as shit not telling her to be quiet. Someone else can try if they dare.

“Oh fuck, Malik,” she whimpers breathlessly. “Faster, please. I’m almost there.”

Snapping, I give her every inch hard and fast, burying myself in her as our orgasms build to the surface together, racing toward the finish line.

I groan against her lips, “Give it to me, baby. I’m not going to last much longer. Your pussy feels too fucking good, clenching around me like this.”

The praise sends her spiraling. “Oh shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh! God!”

The waves of her ecstasy push me over the edge.

My balls tighten, and I spill inside of her, moaning as unimaginable pleasure courses through me.

I need this. I need her . Forever.

When I ease out of her, our mixed cum trickles down her legs, dripping onto the floor. I lower her feet back to the ground, and she wobbles on her feet for a second, giggling.

Her cheeks burn darker as she grabs a tissue from the counter along the wall and wipes the floor up. It’s funny that she’s embarrassed by that, but she has no problem begging me for my dick.

She wiggles her panties and leggings up and walks back over to the door. “I should probably use the restroom.”

Shaking my head, I slap her ass hard, palming it firmly. “Uh-uh, baby. I want my cum dripping down your legs when we walk out of the arena.”

Arousal pulses in her stare, and she wets her lips. “Your place or mine?”

An image flashes in my mind, one I’ve never really seen, only imagined.

A place of our own.

I would say that it’s crazy and too soon, but for fuck’s sake, I’m clearly not sane when it comes to her.

Brushing my thumb along her bottom lip, I lean down and kiss her tenderly. “Wherever you want to go, Bug, I’ll follow.”