Page 98 of Rule 1: Never Accidentally Marry Your Teammate

“I shouldn’t have told my captain before you.”

“It’s fine.” His eyes glitter. “I worried I was pushing myself on you.”

My jaw tumbles down. “You weren’t. Not at all! How could you think that? I love everything we do. I always have!”

I smile at him, and he smiles back. Then his eyes flare, and he scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom. I am naked in his arms. My clothes are abandoned, and my heart races.

He lays me gently onto the bed, and I slide onto the soft sheets and the soft mattress. Everything exudes expense. Everything is so different from my apartment in Providence, and I do not deserve this. I do not deserve him.

I need to tell him. “Finn.”

He shakes his head, his face stern. “No talking.”

I nod uncertainly, because how can I possibly do anything else in his presence? I will give him everything.

Finn presses kisses over my body, sucking and nibbling his way down. He never fails to please me, and I try to stop the hormones that swirl through me at his touch, the ones that make me feel lightheaded and warm.

He bobs down again.

This time he does not lick my shaft or my head. Instead, he moves in a more southernly direction. He licks my balls, then he moves lower. And lower.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs.

I nod, and he raises his head, because of course, he can’t see me.

“It is,” I say softly.

“Are you sure?” Kindness emanates through his voice.

I nod, and he smiles back, then his head is moving down, down, down. He flips me, so that my leaking cock pressesagainst the soft mattress and the soft sheets. He doesn’t care that my precum smears against the Egyptian cotton.

Instead, he spreads my cheeks. It’s not the first time he’s looked at that area, and I smile at his fascination with it. But then I feel something wet. Something like his tongue. Energy jolts through me. My nerve endings ping. I’ve never been touched there before.

My breath quickens, and I swear I can feel Finn smile. I have never felt like this. Then Finn presses the pad of his finger against my hole.

“I want to...” he says, his voice rough and gravely, and I love him so much.

I press my lips together, so I don’t holler my love for him, so I don’t make him uncomfortable, so I don’t need him to remind me that our time is limited. We are being practical and fooling around with each other, so tabloids won’t find us cheating.

But my heart explodes all the same.

Finn is wonderful. And for now, he is my husband.

The word ripples through my body, spreading slowly, forcefully, until everything has changed.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Finn

Noah squirms and moans beneath me, reacting to my every touch. I crave him. I yearn for him. And now he is on my bed. I press my finger against his hole, and he moans.

He wants this.

And God knows, so do I.

I lurch for my bedside table and remove the lube. I squirt some on my fingers, rubbing the cold thick liquid on my fingers, so Noah does not flinch when I touch him.

My husband’s face is pressed into the bed, revealing the muscles on his wide back. He is beautiful. He is mine.