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Chapter Thirty-Two

Ivy

“Oh, God!” I cry out and immediately clamp a hand over my mouth.

Knox growls, nips the inside of my thigh as water sluices down my skin. “You know that I love to hear you moan, lioness,” he says against my pussy, the water and his words, his lips and teeth and tongue driving me insane. “But Evie’s sleeping in the next room over.”

Yes, she is.

Hence the hand-clamping.

But when his fingers join the party, thrusting into me and sending sparks of pleasure through my body, I know I’m still being too loud.

Hopefully, it’s early enough that a knock won’t be coming on the locked bathroom door.

He sucks hard at my clit and my hips buck.

And I figure it’s got to be.

Or, more likely, that I won’t be able to hear it, anyway.

“Come for me, lioness,” he orders and my pussy spasms, wanting to listen to him, desperate for the pleasure I know is sure to come.

Still, I shake my head.

Because I want something else more. “Together,” I pant. “Inside me.”

His smile is wicked, and he doesn’t move, just drops his head and goes back to fucking me with his fingers and tongue.

I groan, my head falling back against the tile.

And there’s no holding it back.

My orgasm tears through me.

He moves then, spinning me so I brace my hands against the wall, jerking my hips back so my ass is in the air.

I hear a crinkle, and then he moves closer and I feel the blunt head of his cock at my entrance.

“Yes,” I whisper. “ Yes.”

He groans as he presses into me, as he fills me, as he fucks me slow and deep and…

I jerk, my insides clenching around him, another orgasm so damned close I can taste it, can feel it, can?—

It’s here.

“Oh God,” I pant, coming apart, pleasure spiraling through me, my knees giving way.

Knox doesn’t miss a beat, just wraps his arm around my middle, holding me up as he continues to thrust—once, twice, three times.

“Fuck,” he growls. “ Fuck , lioness.” He groans, strokes going uneven, cock pulsing, and body shaking as his climax hits him.

“You’ve killed me,” I say when I can finally form words again, five minutes or five hours later.

He presses a kiss to my shoulder and slowly pulls out, sending aftershocks of pleasure all through me. “I’ve killed you?” he asks lightly. “ I’m the one who’s somehow supposed to play hockey tomorrow after this quad workout.”

My lips twist and I brush my hand over one thick thigh. “I think these legs will hold up just fine.” I grin when he helps me straighten and turns me to face him. “And trust me, I’ve put enough work into crafting these things, so I know.”

He chuckles. “ You’ve put the work in?”

“Yup,” I say tartly, snagging my bottle of conditioner and going back to what I’d been doing before Knox invaded my shower…to greatly pleasurable results.

“Rude.” He kisses the tip of my nose then steps out of the shower to take care of the condom as I finish washing my hair, massaging the conditioner into the ends, smoothing it up the length of the strands, keeping it off my scalp.

The shower door opens back up with a quiet creak , and then I get to enjoy the sexy show that’s Knox.

He snags the loofa, adds enough soap to wash an elephant, suds it up, and starts smoothing it over his naked body, leaving tempting trails of white bubbles in its wake.

“Lioness.”

I drag my gaze up from the hardening length of his dick. “Yeah?”

And yes, I sound extremely needy.

“I don’t have time to fuck you again,” he mutters, “so keep those sexy thoughts in your head.”

“I didn’t say them out loud,” I point out, and dunk my head under the water to rinse out the conditioner.

He pinches my nipple, and I gasp, lids flying open.

Before water can get into my eyes, he’s tugging me forward and out of the stream—which also has the pleasurable consequence of being pressed against his chest, our naked and soapy bodies rubbing together, sliding back and forth…

“Not helping,” he growls.

“You started it,” I remind him.

A nip to my bottom lip and then he’s bringing us back into the stream, rinsing the soap off.

He’s hard.

I’m wet.

But he meant it when he said he didn’t have time for a round two—he needs to leave for a road trip and the bus to take him to the airport leaves far too soon.

I sigh. “I feel like we’re just starting to figure things out, and you’re leaving.”

He stills.

“I know it’s your job,” I hurry to add. “And that it’s a reality of your life, I just…”

He turns off the water, snagging a towel from where he hung it over the top of the shower’s door—and I definitely mean he hung it because I always forget and have to get out naked and shiver my way over to the towel bar. He wraps it around me, big hands efficiently drying me off before he grabs the other towel and wraps it around his waist. “You just what?” he asks as he ushers me out.

My mouth kicks up and I sigh again. “I’m going to miss you.”

His blue eyes…the warmth in them has my heart squeezing. “Thanks for saying that, baby.” He touches my cheek. “And yeah, being on the road is part of my life, and it’s going to be a lot less fun now knowing that I have you and Evie here waiting for me.”

Another pulse of my heart, but before I have to find something to say—should I go with sweet because his words are sweet? Or sassy because he loves it when I’m sassy and I want him smiling and not sad when he has to leave?—he doesn’t give me the chance to choose.

He just keeps talking.

Sigh. Adlers and their talking.

“And anyway,” he says, “you’ll have Evie and Ella along with Nova and Jolie to keep you busy.”

I tug on my robe, leaning back against the counter and enjoying the show of him getting ready almost as much as I enjoy the truth of his words.

Game Night as his girlfriend was…

So much more than I could have dreamed of.

Saturday night, Ella and company welcomed us with open arms—not that they hadn’t been willing to include us before—it was just…what happened with Hiller, their kindness afterward, the easy friendship offered at Lake and Nova’s place?—

It meant more because I was open to it, to them, to the possibility that Knox was right.

Evie and I don’t have to be alone.

We can make our own family.

We can have that more.

“Plus, lioness,” he says, brushing his lips over mine. “We’ll do what the other guys do to stay in touch while the team’s on the road.”

“What do they do?” I ask. “Or should I say, what are we going to do?”

His lips quirk. “We’ll text and call and ”—he waggles his brows, making me laugh—“we’ll have lots and lots of FaceTime sex.”

I giggle and then by unspoken agreement we finish getting dressed. We tag team—he packs the last of his things into his suitcase, lets Winter out for her morning potty, and feeds the furry critters while I wake up Evie and get her ready so she can come with us to drop Knox at the rink, where the bus will pick the guys up.

Our kiss goodbye outside the bus generates more than a couple second looks, but not as many as I would have thought—probably because it’s early, or maybe because Knox and I have circled around each other for so long that the guys figured something like this happening was inevitable.

Or maybe, I think, as Lake tugs the end of my ponytail before he gets onto the bus, a certain hockey captain is running interference for us.

Likely all three, if I have to hazard a guess.

And then it’s time for Knox to leave.

He crouches in front of Evie, saying something to her that makes her smile, nod, and throw her arms around his neck. He hugs her back before straightening with her clinging to him like a little spider monkey.

“Just a couple days, lioness,” he murmurs, brushing his mouth over mine one more time for good measure.

“Just a couple days,” I agree.

One more kiss and then Evie’s in my arms and he’s getting onto the bus, waving at us through the window as the vehicle pulls away.

“Mom?” Evie asks, her gaze fixed on the road, where Knox and the team are disappearing from sight.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Is Knox going to be my new dad now ?”

I still, those words ping-ponging through my insides. But, for once, I’m not afraid. “Is that something you would want?”

“Uh, yeah,” she says, as though I just asked the dumbest question ever.

Grinning, I settle her on her feet. “Then yeah, honey bun. I just think he might be.”