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GRADY - TWO MONTHS LATER

“ W here’s my girl?” I asked the crowded bar, as if anyone could even hear me. I didn’t need them too, though, once I spotted Jill in the corner booth. It was our usual hideout, and it still did something to me to see her tucked in against the brick wall, a beer in front of her and a smile on her face.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I said, drawing her eyes away from Michum’s girlfriend, Hannah.

She slid out of the booth and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Hey, handsome. Good game tonight. But maybe let the other team score a few next time, so they don’t feel so bad.”

“Not really what they pay me for.”

She scrunched her nose adorably, smirking. “Fine. You do look pretty hot when you dominate the ice.”

I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Just the ice?”

Jill’s cheeks flushed crimson and I kissed her temple before sliding into the booth and pulling her down on my lap. We weren’t staying long.

“Where’s AJ?” I asked, noticing his empty chair beside Michum.

Jill giggled, jerking her head toward the bar where my grumpy goalie was leaning on his elbow, his eyes on a pretty brunette. Was he smiling?

“Oh.”

“Yep,” she said, shifting on my lap.

“Easy, baby. You keep doing that and we’ll be heading out before I even get a drink.” Jill bit her lip, watching me as she did it again. “Alright,” I said, thumping the table with a grin. “We’ll see you assholes later.”

I lifted Jill off of me, her laughter loud enough to overpower the rowdy Shammy’s crowd. When I took her hand, she looked up at my guiltily. But she knew better. We’d spent plenty of nights at that bar with the crew after games. Missing one wasn’t going to bother me. Especially not with that look in her eye.

Jill wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but I wasn’t the only one who came away from winning games a little revved up. My girl might not have been a sports fan, but she was a me fan, and watching me play turned her on in a way that made me feel like the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

She was already on me, sucking a line down my neck as I tried to shove the key into the door to my apartment a few blocks away from the Garden.

“ Fuck , gorgeous,” I sighed, my head falling back as she nibbled my ear. We stood there in the hallway, my hands ripping at the fly of her jeans as she kissed me.

“Door,” she got out, just before I slipped a hand in her pants and she moaned.

Pulling my focus back, I reached around her to get it open and we tumbled inside. I dropped my keys, kicking the thing shut again and hauling her into my arms. Jill’s legs wrapped around me as her hair fell around my face.

“Seeing you,” she mumbled, her lips on mine in a frantic crush. “So fast . . . so strong.”

I tossed her on the bed, her throaty laugh going straight to my cock. “You like watching me play, baby?”

She hummed, shoving her pants off, her underwear following next. I paused, my hands working on the buttons of my shirt, to take her in.

“Fucking hell.”

Jill slid her fingers between her legs, staring at me as she touched herself and I almost lost my load right there.

When she went to pull her jersey off—my jersey—I shook my head. “Baby, you leave that fucking shirt on,” I commanded, slipping mine off my shoulders as she dropped her hands. “That’s a good girl. Now, turn over.”

I shucked my pants the second Jill raised that perfect round ass in the air. Her eyes were molten as she watched me over her shoulder, wagging her hips like she couldn’t sit still until I was inside her.

I yanked her back by her hips, running my hand over the globes of her ass as they hung over the edge of the bed. The sound of her panting in anticipation ran fire through my veins. Squeezing and kneading, I moved my hands closer to her pretty pussy, glistening up at me.

“You ready for me to fill you up, baby?” I slipped two fingers inside her, circling her clit with her slickness as the breath rattled out of her.

“ Grady ,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as I strummed her clit faster. Her thighs quivered as I worked her, fucking her with my fingers while I rubbed harder.

“You come like this first, baby, while I can still see straight to watch. ‘Cause as soon as I sink my cock into this pussy I’m not going to last.” I was already rock solid, my cock pulsing with every breath as Jill gripped the sheets with both hands. “Come, baby, let me hear it.”

“Ah . . . Grady . . . god, please . . . yesssss . . . ” Jill writhed, her hips bucking as she came, the feel of her cunt clamping down on my fingers enough to make my patience snap.

“Hold on,” I barked, stepping up behind her and slamming home in one hard thrust. “ Fuuuuuuuck .” I threw my head back, her pussy fisting me tight and fast. I just stood there, letting her cunt work me up until Jill moaned, tilting forward and back.

“You want me to fuck you, beautiful?”

Her half-lidded eyes sliced back at me, a devilish grin on her face like she knew there wasn’t a chance I’d resist doing just that.

I slid out and then pounded home. “You look fucking good with my name on your back,” I huffed, my chest tight as I did it again. I pushed through her slick pussy and rode every inch back out, over and over, hammering harder as I sped up.

“My fucking girl,” I panted, watching Jill’s face ripple with pleasure as I gripped the jersey and fucked her harder. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

Jill’s moan got louder and when I reached around to press my finger to her clit again she broke, her orgasm sending me over the edge with her. I came in a crushing wave, bending over her as I gasped for air against her back.

As Jill’s body went lax beneath me, I kissed a line across her shoulder, nuzzling into the nape of her neck as she hummed sweetly.

“That better, baby?”

“Mmhnn,” she mumbled, reaching over her shoulder to comb her fingers through my hair. “I love coming home with you.”

My heart squeezed, a little thing it did a lot lately when Jill was around.

Since the night at the league gala things had been different. Jill had been different. It was hard to describe, but it felt like whatever had held her back before, whatever fear or doubt had made her hesitant to show me how she felt, it just disappeared. Every other good thing about her was still there, but there was more of it. More of her. More of her to love.

I washed us up and curled behind her before she drifted off. “What time do we have to be there tomorrow?”

“Eleven.” Her words were muffled by the pillow and sleep.

Perfect. Plenty of time for me to have her again before we headed north. “Night, gorgeous.”

“Love you, baby.”

“You sure this is a good idea?” Jill asked as I knelt in front of her.

“You’ll do great.” I tugged at the laces of her skate, making sure they were snug before I tied them off. “And if you hate it you can go hang out with the rest of the spectators.”

We both looked over at LeAnn, snuggled up in a million blankets on her folding chair, the baby strapped to her chest barely visible.

Jill bit her lip, looking back down at me with a sparkle in her eye. “It is a pretty cute crowd today.”

I rose up, kissing the top of her head before I held out my hands to help her stand. “I’m sure Stella would love more time with her auntie. But what if you’re really good at this and you make an even better role model for her by trying new things?”

She side-eyed me something fierce before sighing. “You’ve been spending too much time with Joey. Maybe I should complain about you or something so he puts you back on his shit list.”

I laughed hard, because I might have heard Joe lay down a few guilt trips here or there. They were his favorite tactic.

“Hey, Hollywood, you playing or what?” Mack Ellis called from out on the ice, his trademark scowl reminding me of AJ a little too much. Cory’s older brother didn’t join us often for one of our pickup lake games, and I got the sense he was excited to play—even if he’d never admit it.

“Coming,” I yelled back. “Take this,” I said, bending to grab the stick I’d brought for Jill. She could skate just fine, but using a stick at the same time might be pushing it. “You’ve watched me enough to know what to do with it.”

Jill chuckled under her breath and I didn’t know what I’d said, but I knew it was something she’d converted with her dirty mind. “Yes, Grady, I’ve seen you use your stick expertly.”

My laugh burst out of me. “Not that stick, gorgeous.”

She shoved me in the stomach and skated past me, a devious grin on her face I hoped her brother didn’t see. Joey was cool with us now, but I knew better than to think I had much leeway with that and he’d read that grin in two seconds flat.

“You good?” Cory asked, sliding to a hard stop beside me as I grabbed my gloves.

I stood there as I tugged them on, looking around at the frozen lake, the pines along the edge still dusted with last night’s snow. Skylar and Micah were walking back from their truck with his skates. Joey was leaning over LeAnn, peaking through the tiny hood that shielded his daughter’s face from the cold while Lexi dropped into the snow beside them with a thermos of hot chocolate. Jill was skating in circles, her lips curled up into a smile as she tried to shoot on Mack in the goal. He was barking at her to go faster, but she just laughed and did another loop.

“Yeah, man,” I finally replied, the grin on my face bright from the cold. “Never been better.”

Want to find out which flower Jill picked as her favorite? And why Grady needed to know so bad…