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This is definitely not how I’d planned to spend the morning after making my honey bun mine.

Fischer Mackenzie spins around and glares at me as soon as we step out onto the stone patio. “I might be willing to give you a chance, but don’t think that means I’m not keeping an eye on you. If you hurt my sister, they won’t ever find your goddamn body.” I rub my sore jaw and swollen cheek, realizing he has the ability to make good on his threat.

“I love her.” I cut right to the chase.

“After two goddamn days?” he isn’t convinced.

“How long did it take for you to know with Maddie?” I remind him of his own fast courtship.

“Touché, fucker.” He pulls out one of the wrought iron chairs and drops down on it before glancing at the gold watch on his wrist. “You have five minutes to convince me that my sister is safe with you.”

Since I plan to be a member of his family for the rest of my life, I sit across from him and explain the entire situation from the moment I met his sister until the second his fist connected with my cheek. Minus what we did last night.

Once I somewhat convince Fischer that I only have honorable intentions toward his sister, he takes his wife and leaves. Not a moment too soon. I have plans to show my honey bun how much she means to me.

“I can’t believe my brother hit you.” My girl winces as she holds an ice pack to my eye. “Wait until I tell my mother what he did. She’s going to kick his rear end.”

“Why don’t we keep all this our little secret?” I’d prefer if my future in-laws don’t hear about this little incident. “I don’t want your parents to hate me before we even meet.”

“Oh.” Her face turns dark red. “I didn’t think about that. I’ll just torture my brother myself.” Now, that sounds like a plan to me.

I use my slight injury to convince my girl to take a shower with me. “Why don’t we go shower? I’ve found that warm water does wonders to help with aches and pains.” Especially the pains caused below the belt.

“Whatever it takes to make you feel better.”

A few minutes later, I conclude my honey bun is a pro at making me feel better.

My eyes roll back in my head as she slides her wet hand up and down my painfully hard cock. “Are you purposely teasing me, honey bun?” I groan when she leans forward and blows a stream of warm air on my wet erection.

She glances up and winks at me. “No. I’m giving you something to concentrate on instead of your injury.”

My eyes roll back in my head when she closes her silky lips around my shaft and sucks it to the back of her throat. I lock my knees and hold on to the cool marble wall with one hand and grip the back of her wet hair with the other.

“It’s working,” I groan and run through hockey stats to try to hold off my orgasm.

By the time I come shouting her name, I’ve forgotten all about my achy eye. “You could teach the team trainers a thing or two about taking care of our injuries.” You’d think that after ten years in professional hockey, I’d learn to watch my mouth.

“Have the trainers been doing that for you?” my girl asks before faking outrage. When I smack her perfect wet ass, she groans my name.

“You know what I meant.” I pick her up and shiver as her silky curves melt against my body.

“I know, but I love to give you hell.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders and leans next to my ear to whisper, “And I love how you make me pay for it.”

“Hold on tight, honey bun. I’m about to make you pay.” I line my cock up with her wet opening and press an inch or two into her tight pussy.

“Please,” she begs, and I’m tempted to give in, but I remind myself I’m making her pay. In the most pleasurable way possible.

While she wiggles, trying to force me to press deeper, I hold her tight and circle my hips, making sure to rub against her clit with each movement. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I press her back against the cool wall and thrust deep. Her luscious tits bounce against my chest, and I reach between us to roll one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

When her inner muscles clench tightly around my cock, I lock my knees and thrust faster while my girl comes. She bites down on the spot where my shoulder and neck meet, and I lose control. My orgasm seems to last forever, and I almost fall on my ass as pleasure blasts through me.

Over the coming days, we spend all our free time together. Everything is perfect, except my girl refuses to spend the night at my house. Instead, she spends every evening at my house and then insists on going home. While I’m not thrilled by the thought of her sleeping across town, I know she’s doing it to keep the peace with her fucking pain-in-the-ass brother.

I’m in the locker room grabbing my stuff when my phone buzzes in my pocket. Expecting to see a text from my girl, I’m disappointed to see it’s from her brother.

Dickhead #1

Maddie wants to have dinner with you and Allie Friday night. She also invited Grizz and Morgan.

I can’t resist the urge to fuck with him.

Me

Aww. A triple date. That’s so sweet.

Dickhead #1

Fuck you, hockey boy. Meet us at the Broadway Steakhouse at eight Friday night or you can deal with my wife and your sister.

I’ve had my fun with him, so I send back a thumbs up and then call my honey bun.

“Hello, King Stud.” My ego expands each time she calls me that.

“I missed you today,” I groan. Fuck. I have no idea how I’m going to survive the hockey season and trips that take me away from my curvy little soulmate.

“I missed you, too. Hold on for one second.” She talks to someone in the background for a few moments then tells me, “I heard we’re having dinner with both of our sisters and their husbands Friday night.”

“That’s what I was calling about. Dickhead number one just texted me.”

“Please don’t call my brother that in public.”

“He should be used to it by now. I can’t be the only one who calls him that,” I tease my girl, but we both know her brother is growing on me. Slowly. Like a fungus.

“You aren’t pulling the wool over my eyes. I know you’re starting to warm up to Fischer.” Allie laughs, and the sound of her happiness soothes me. Then she tells me, “I have to go. The store is super busy today. The new Slade Gray release is selling like crazy. Don’t worry, I have your copy, and I’ll bring it with me tonight.” I’d totally forgotten all about the book I ordered before meeting Allie.

“Bring your suitcase, too, so you can spend the night.” I try to convince her to sleep over every night, but so far, she’s resisted. Oh well. I’m relentless. I’ll keep trying until I get my honey bun living under my roof.

“I might just do that.” She shocks the shit out of me.

“Don’t tease a desperate man.” I hope she isn’t fucking with me.

“I’m not joking,” she tells me. “I’m tired of staying at my boring apartment when I could stay at your mansion with you. I’m dying to take a long soak in the swimming pool you call a bathtub.”

I can’t wipe the goofy smile off my face. “I’ll pick up bubble bath on my way home.”

“Party at Temper’s place!” Atlas shouts behind me, and I realize those assholes have been eavesdropping on my conversation.

“That’s right. A private goddamn party so fuck off.” I flip him off and head for the door.

“Stingy asshole,” Colter calls behind me, and I realize he’s finally talking to me again. He’s been giving me the silent treatment ever since I had him take credit for the tentacle porn.

“And don’t you forget it.”