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M y leg has been bouncing the entire ride here. Nova is driving, I was too angry to even think, Coach too. He’s in the front next to Cap, and Josh is in the back with me, still tapping away on his phone. Archer and Daemon are in the car behind us, breaking just as many speeding laws as Nova, but I think all of us are past the point of caring. We left Coach’s house not even two minutes after Duchess made her discovery, and the girls were pissed we were leaving them behind. But we couldn’t have them here, not for what I have planned.

When Cap pulls up across the road, I’m out of the car before he can even come to a stop. The street is dark since it’s past midnight now, most of the houses asleep for the night, and I mildly wonder if any of them noticed the lights on in Aubree’s. Didn’t they think it was strange that someone was there? Thoughts that have me cracking my neck as my feet pound up the porch. I hear Coach and Cap call my name, but I’m too far gone. I only pause long enough to silently try the door handle, slipping inside when I find it unlocked.

Downstairs is mostly dark, just one lamp on in the corner, all the furniture covered up like Coach said, but I can hear music coming from upstairs. I head that way instantly, keeping my steps quick and light, cringing a little when I hear one of them creak, but then I hear her voice.

“Ben, stop, please,” she shouts, and the sound of her panicked plea has me rushing in the direction it came from.

When I stalk into the room, I find the last thing I ever wanted to see. Aubree is half-naked on her bed, legs spread wide, with Ben settled between them, his cock pressed ready at her entrance.

“You son of a bitch,” I roar, storming toward them and ripping him from on top of her, throwing him to the floor with all the force I can manage. When I see his pathetic hard cock, I can’t stop myself from bringing my foot up and slamming down into it, relishing in his sharp cry of pain. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” I promise, as Coach appears at the door, but I pay him no attention as he moves to help my girl.

No, my only focus is on the piece of shit rapist who was about to fuck my girl.

I throw myself on top of him, punching him harder than I did that night in my room, cracking his cheekbone by the sound of things, but it doesn’t stop me, nothing will. I’m mildly aware of my teammates’ arrival but my focus remains on him. I hit him again and again, cracking more bones until his face is unrecognizable, and I don’t care about any of the consequences. I don’t give a fuck if Jeremy and my parents can’t save me from this, as long as I can save Aubree from this fucking prick.

Only when my hands are too slippery with his blood do I stop, closing my hands around his throat and squeezing tightly, savoring the sounds of him choking on his own blood. “I’m going to fucking kill you for this.” My words are not a threat, but a promise, as he gargles and splutters beneath me.

If tonight I become a killer, then so be it. Anything for my girl.

The next couple of weeks pass in a blur. I can still feel the phantom effect of his blood coating my hands even now, something I don’t think I will ever forget. The cries of his pain, the choking on his own blood, all of it seared into my mind, along with the fear and relief in her eyes when I walked into that room.

Coach and I took Aubree to the medical facility, as much as she tried to refuse, saying she was fine, we still wanted to get her checked over. I could tell they both felt out of place in such a high-end facility, but still the doctors were quick, and more importantly, discreet. Aubree only had a slight abrasion on her cheek from where Ben smacked her, and seeing it and hearing how she got it, only made me wish I could go back and break his jaw again.

Apart from that she was fine, like she said, we got there just in time to stop things from becoming worse than they already were. A fact that I wish could make me feel better, but all I can think is what if I arrived just one minute later? What if Duchess didn’t check the house? What if we didn’t find them? The thought has me flexing my hands, wishing I could cover them in his blood again, and even the sharp pain that shoots through me at the action doesn’t deter my mind from going there.

The doctors also checked my hands, finding a slight fracture to my knuckle, one that under any other circumstances would have had Coach reaming me out for being so careless. But after what happened, what I did, we are way past that now.

Aubree and I have stayed at his house every night since it happened, more for his peace of mind than ours, with me sleeping on the sofa of course. He’s been hovering over her like a hawk, and I can’t say I blame him. Every time I look at her, I remember that feeling of coming out of the locker room and finding her gone. I think it will haunt me forever, but thankfully my girl is resilient.

We talked about what happened, what he said, what he almost did, and though I know it’s affected her, she is coping with it well. I think it’s helped spending so much time with her dad, the two of them now closer than ever. Plus, our presence here has meant all the guys and the girls have been piling in and out all week.

Evie, Maddie, and Hallie have been drowning in their guilt at leaving her alone, not that Aubree was letting them. She scolded them all for even thinking about it, but I can tell the whole thing has solidified a true friendship between them. As for me, well, as always, the guys have been here to have my back. Nova and Jake have been getting all my and Aubree’s work from our classes, Daemon has been cooking for us, and Archer’s always ensuring we’ve all got something to laugh about. It’s been nice, but it’s the dark horse that is Josh Peters that has my full gratitude, even if we haven’t talked about what happened.

I know what he saw that day, even if Coach already had Aubree covered up by the time he entered the room, it doesn’t take a genius to work out what was happening. Something that made him stray from that usual code of conduct of his and calling in reinforcements. It was only after it all went down, that I remembered him being on his phone the whole time while we were searching for Aubree, and now I know why.

Elle King. A name that is only uttered in fear and wonder these days, a name infamous on the elite scene of New York, even from her small town of Black Hallows. There are whispers about what happened to her, about what she did to those who wronged her, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that three days after she appeared in Bree’s childhood home, it was reported that Ben killed himself. I wish I could feel some remorse for him, some regret, but the image of him prepped and ready to rape my girl will be burned into my brain for eternity.

When the two police officers turned up at the house to take our statements, and returned a few days later to notify us of Ben’s death, I knew it was no accident, and it wasn’t just from the way the officers looked scared shitless to be handling the situation. No, it was everything, from the discreet way the doctors checked us over, the lawyers that turned up and made everyone present that night sign an NDA, and the lack of emotion from Elle and the two men at her side, as if the whole thing wasn’t even a blip on their radar.

Not that I’m surprised. I mean, hell, I’m friends with members of a secret society, I’m richer than God, I know a whole lot about how money and power intertwine. I just wish it didn’t have to touch my girl.

Aubree cried when she found out about Ben, her dad holding her in his arms, consoling her, but I know it wasn’t tears of sadness, but rather relief. She was finally free of him. Calls and messages flooded her phone in condolence, people from her past offering their heartfelt sympathies, but I’ve been fielding them all, especially the ones from fucking Valerie.

Now as I lead Aubree back to her apartment, I can’t help but feel different somehow, changed. A few months ago the only important thing in my life was hockey, it was the only thing I was passionate about, but now? Now I have something worth more than every penny in my bank, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Of course, I’ve employed three extra security guards to man the building, and have doubled the amount of security cameras before I even considered letting her return home. Something she said was ridiculous, since Ben is no longer a threat, but I’ll never take her safety for granted again.

We push into her apartment, dumping her bags by the door, not surprised to find Evie and Jake already there. “You’re home,” Evie sings, jumping off the sofa and rushing to pull my girl into her arms for a bone-crushing hug.

Maddie and Hallie are also here, with Nova and Josh lingering near the kitchen, where Archer is watching Daemon cook.

When Aubree pulls back, she looks at them all in disbelief. “What are you guys doing here?” she asks, accepting more hugs from the girls, and Maddie laughs.

“Did you really think we’d let you come home without a little housewarming?” she replies, tossing her a little wink before smiling at me knowingly, and when Aubree turns to me, her eyes are glistening with tears.

“This was all you, wasn’t it?” she asks, and I shrug noncommittally, but then she closes the distance between us, throwing her arms around me and slamming her lips to mine. She kisses me fiercely, like I am the answer to all of her prayers, before she pulls back and gasps, “I love you, Alexander.”

My eyes widen, not just at her words, but with the audience she chose to say them in front of, because yes there have been some admissions between us, but those three little words have never quite escaped before.

“You love me?” I ask, and she nods without regret, but I’m already dipping down and picking her up, pushing her against the back of her front door. “Well it’s about fucking time, Trouble.” I kiss her again, stealing all the air from her lungs, and the guys behind us start to holler. “I fucking love you, Aubree Callows, from the moment I saw you I knew it, and I’m glad you finally caught on.”

She laughs, kissing me again, before Archer calls from the kitchen, “Group orgy anyone?” His question has us pulling apart, turning to look at him, but he only shrugs. “What? We all know it would be hot as fuck,” is all he adds, and Daemon shakes his head at his boyfriend in amusement.

“Just keep your dick in your pants for once,” Nova scolds him, passing us both a beer, before taking a seat and pulling Maddie into his lap.

She smiles at him lovingly, while Josh glares at him like a moody wanker, but moves to take a spot beside Hallie, who smirks at him, as if she knows exactly what he’s thinking. Evie returns to her spot next to Jake, leaving room for Aubree and me too, and we join all of them round the coffee table to enjoy a drink.

Amongst all the chaos we managed to bag another win, which means tomorrow night we will play for the title of the Frozen Four, and no matter if we win or lose, I know we will do it as a team.

We spend the rest of the day hanging with our friends, eating, drinking, and just enjoying each other’s company, and by the time they all leave it’s nightfall. Evie even dragged Jake back to my house, so Aubree and I could have the apartment alone, and as I lock the door behind them and turn to find my girl watching me with a smile, a warm feeling spreads through my chest.

“Go and get ready for bed, I’ll clean up,” I tell her, shooing her into the bedroom, before making quick work of clearing away all the trash and plates.

I load the dishwasher, take out the trash, and wipe down all the surfaces, before grabbing us some water for bed, locking the door, and then turning out all the lights. Only then do I make my way to her room, pausing at the threshold when I find Aubree sitting in the middle of her bed, wearing nothing but my jersey.

“Well someone looks like they are looking for trouble,” I muse, leaning on the doorframe, and my girl smiles, crossing one of her long, thick legs over the other.

“I am trouble,” she replies, toying with the hem of my jersey, and lifting it just enough so I can see that there is nothing underneath.

“Oh you fucking are,” I grunt, moving off the frame and making my way over to the end of her bed, my eyes trailing over her perfect form. “What do you want, love?” I ask, flicking my eyes to her now, searching her stare.

Between everything that happened with Ben and staying at her dad’s house, we haven’t touched one another since the night before the hockey game. I didn’t want to pressure her, or make her feel uncomfortable in any way, not after what he almost did to her. I know shit like that can mess a person up, and even though he’s gone now, the memory of what he did isn’t. Not for either of us.

At my question Aubree pushes up onto her knees, until she is right in front of me, her hands gently cupping my cheeks. “I want us, Alexander, I want you and me, and everything we have.”

Her words make that feeling in my chest even stronger, and I lower my forehead to hers. “You already have it, baby, I promise.”

The smile starts at her mouth and lights up all the way to her eyes. “Then fuck me, Alexander, show me I’m yours. Remind me what it’s like to be wanted and needed and erase him, erase what he tried to do,” she pleads, pulling my mouth to hers and kissing me softly.

“Are you sure?” I ask against her mouth, and she’s already nodding as she pulls back.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

My lips are back on hers before she can even finish speaking, my tongue tracing her lips until they part, and I force it into her mouth to tangle with hers. I kiss her with every emotion I feel for her, massaging her tongue with mine, as my hands fist her hips and pull her against me, letting her feel the steely length of my erection against her stomach.

“How wet are you for me right now?” I grit against her mouth, and she pulls back, panting and breathless.

“Why don’t you find out?” Her voice teases up the back of my spine, as one of my hands slides down her body and trails along the hem of my jersey.

Reaching beneath it, I drag one of my fingers through her slit, groaning at the wetness I find there, coating my hand in the slick heat of her core. She is fucking dripping for me, and I waste no time in rolling my finger over her swelling clit. She rolls her hips against my hand, moaning at every swipe of her clit, until my cock is leaking in my jeans. I hold her stare as I sink two fingers deep into her pussy, not giving her time to get used to them before I am fucking them in and out of her.

I reach up and collar her throat, dragging her lips back to mine, exploring her mouth and worshipping her in the only way I know how. Her sweet cunt pulses and tightens against my hand, as I fuck her with my fingers and rub her clit with my thumb. She asked me to remind her what it’s like to be wanted, so I won’t stop until she is a limp mess beneath me.

“Alexander, please,” she cries, fucking my hand like I am her own personal toy, and fuck her pleas are the sexiest thing I have ever fucking heard.

“Come for me, baby, I got you,” I tell her, kissing her roughly, rubbing her clit even faster, until she explodes all over my hand. “That’s it, such a good little sinner for me.” Her pleasured cries echo off the wall as I drag out her orgasm until she is shaking against me, only then do I grip her and drag her to the floor. With her body still trembling, she looks up at me in a pleasured daze. “Get that mouth on me and suck my dick, Trouble,” I demand, her hands reaching out instantly to release my cock.

I fist the base, spitting on it and stroking it up and down my length, before pressing it against her mouth. She opens instantly, darting out her tongue and lapping at my slit. She moans at the taste of me, sucking my crown into her mouth. My hand slides to the back of her head, wrapping her hair around my fist and pulling her head back so I can get a better angle.

“I said suck, not play,” I hiss, as her tongue swirls around, and I force my cock deeper into her mouth, making us both groan.

One of her hands takes over mine, jerking the base of me, as she works me further into her mouth, working them in tandem to get me off. The other slides down, disappearing beneath my jersey, until she moans loudly around my thick length, it’s only then I realize she is getting herself off by sucking my cock. Fuck. That might be the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen.

My hand fists even tighter in her hair, snapping my hips a little, until she moans even louder. Then I start fucking her mouth slowly, dragging my length back and forth against her sinful little tongue, savoring the feel of the wet heat of her mouth. When her eyes close and she hollows her cheeks, moaning around me as she sucks me and fucks her own hand, I almost explode right there. I tighten my hold on her hair, increasing the speed of my thrusts into her mouth.

“Such a good little sinner you are,” I praise, groaning as I hit the back of her throat and she gags. “Letting me fuck your pretty throat while you fuck your fingers.”

Her eyes snap open and meet mine, a smirk curling round the side of her mouth as she continues to suck me, and I can’t wait any longer. I rip her off my cock, grab her, and toss her back on the bed, quickly stripping out of my clothes and then crawling onto the sheets between her thighs. She reaches down to grip the hem of my jersey, but my hand snatches out and stalls her.

“Ah ah, Trouble, you want me to show you that you’re mine,” I start, sheathing myself with a condom and then sliding my cock up and down her wet slit. “Then I am going to fuck you with my name across your back, so make sure you scream nice and loud for me.”

I grip her thigh, hitching her leg up as I bring my cock to her entrance, pushing inside her without pause. Fuck. She’s so perfectly tight and warm that I could stay inside her forever. Slowly, I pull back all the way to the tip, before thrusting back inside her.

“Oh god,” she cries, her eyes rolling back. “You feel good, so fucking good,” she adds in a whisper, as my hand fists my jersey, pushing it up until I can see her perfect tits.

I hold it there, rolling my hips into her and thrusting into her gently with long, deep strokes. “Not God, remember, love, but feel free to worship me all the same.”

Then I am fucking her hard and fast, roughly snapping my hips and smacking my groin against her clit every time. Her arms and legs wrap around me, holding me against her, and I grip her thigh so tightly that I know she will bruise, but I don’t care. She doesn't either. She takes everything I have to give and loudly begs for more. Sweat is slick between our bodies, as the sweet scent of sex, and her, clings to me like poison, and fuck if being too far gone could kill you, I’d have been dead the second I laid eyes on her.

Another orgasm rips from her body as she begs me so sweetly. “Alexander, please, don’t stop, right there,” she cries, giving herself to me in a way that I know I will never get sick of.

I fuck her through her orgasm until I can feel the tell tale signs of my own. Then I fuck her some more, hard, fast, and rough, until hot ropes of cum flood the condom, my cock buried deep inside her, and still yearning for more with the sweet sound of my name across her lips.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” she pants, kissing me and holding me against her, as I empty myself inside of her, and I smile against her mouth.

“I love you too, Trouble,” I groan, kissing her again, before making quick work of cleaning us both up. “Now go to sleep, I’ve got a big game tomorrow,” I add, and she smiles as I tuck her underneath my arm.

I really hope we do win tomorrow, but as my girl falls asleep in front of my eyes, I can’t help but feel like I already have.