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CHAPTER 23

LOGAN

I grabbed her tits, pushing them together, nice and tight around my dick. My hips thrust in a frenzied, frantic rhythm as I fucked her breasts.

We had just a couple of minutes before I was due on the bus that would take us back to the team plane. But there was no way my dick could handle waiting to celebrate a Game Six win for when we got back to Dallas. Two straight wins meant we were going to Game Seven. So, celebrations were in order. Her cunt was my favorite part of her, but seeing her breasts in that tight t-shirt…well, I’d found myself doing this.

“Touch yourself,” I growled. “Make yourself come.” I forced my brain to connect enough that I could play with her nipples the way she liked as I slid back and forth between her breasts. Pre-cum was dribbling all over her chest, and I groaned as I made her skin a sticky mess.

As I watched, she dragged her finger through it, gathering some on her finger before she slid it sensually into her mouth and sucked it all off.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “Baby, make yourself come. This is…this is too hot,” I hissed.

She grinned, but I could feel her movements below me as she touched herself like the good girl she was.

“Please come,” I begged, watching her closely to make sure she didn’t fake it.

Her tits were made for my dick, I decided. Everything about her was perfectly made for my dick. I felt like the luckiest bastard alive that I was getting to touch her, that I was able to do this.

My balls drew up, and I groaned again. I didn’t want this to end. But there was nothing I could do. It was too good. Too fucking good.

Sloane’s gaze was half-lidded and lust-drunk as her breath quickened, and the rosy blush spread across her skin.

“Talk to me,” she begged, and it felt like a victory, that she wanted my voice to help her come. A perverse part of me wanted more than that, though. I wanted her to need my voice to come.

Baby steps.

“Come for me, sweet girl. You’re so fucking hot I can’t even stand it.”

My hips thrust a few more times, and then my body tensed, my cock pulsing as spray after spray of my cum streaked across her breasts, her neck, and her chin.

“Ahh,” she moaned, crying out as her body trembled underneath me, and she climaxed.

A small spurt of more cum flew from my still hard dick at the sight of that, and I huffed out a laugh, because obviously my dick could not be stopped.

“Feed me,” she begged, and my eyes widened when I realized what she wanted.

I grabbed her hand, gathering up more of the cum coating her skin before I brought it to her lips, making sure to spread it across her mouth before I pushed her fingers inside.

“You can have as much as you want, baby. Such a good girl, begging for my cum.”

She preened under my praise, and I dropped her hand and fed her more from my fingers until her chest and neck were almost clean. After she swallowed, I reluctantly let her breasts go, moving down her body so I could give her a rough kiss, enjoying our combined tastes on my tongue.

“Wow,” she breathed. “That was quite the celebration.”

I smirked, helping her slide her bra and shirt back on. “Just wait until we win the Stanley Cup.”

“That confident are you?” she grinned. I pressed another kiss on her lips, because I couldn’t stop myself. She was too perfect.

“I just have one of those feelings, Red. Like it’s going to happen. You’re my lucky charm, I’ve decided.”

A wistful look crept into her expression. “I like that,” she whispered. “I’ve never been someone’s good thing before.”

I could tell it was hard for her to admit those words, and I groaned as I pulled her even closer to me. “You’re my good thing, baby. The best thing I’ve ever had.”

She buried her face into my chest. “You’re doing it again, Logan York.”

“What’s that?”

“Talking crazy.”

I snorted. “Kiss me some more,” I ordered, and she obediently lifted her face and gave me what I wanted. Any more words were lost in a haze of kisses and exchanged breaths.

Bang, bang, bang .

I lifted my head, blinking as I came back to the present where I’d pulled Sloane into an empty office down the hall from the visitors’ locker room.

“Hate to break up the…party, party people. But Rookie needs to get on the bus.” Ari’s voice floated through the door, sounding amused.

I groaned, and she giggled.

“I’ll be counting down the hours until I see you again,” I murmured as I reluctantly pulled away so we could walk to the door.

“Me too,” she said back as I adjusted her necklace one more time, to make sure I got as good of footage as possible for when I needed my fix of her on the way back.

“I—” I began, before stopping myself. I love you was bursting from my insides, but since I was getting on a plane and unable to calm her down if she got scared, I decided to wait to say it. “I’ll see you soon,” I said instead.

I would only be able to wait a little longer, though, I decided, taking one last look behind me as I pushed through the door that led to the outside.

Some words just needed to be said.

* * *

SLOANE

I was sitting next to Olivia, listening to the soft coos from her baby, Isabella, as we flew back to Dallas. The table in front of us was covered with colorful toys and a baby blanket as we tried to keep her occupied. I was trying to focus on the moment, trying to savor the innocent joy of watching a baby discover the world, but…I couldn’t help but think of the fact that I would never have this. The weight of it clung to me like a shadow.

Olivia gently bounced Isabella in her lap. She smiled down at her daughter, a soft, genuine smile that made her whole face light up. It was the kind of smile I wasn’t sure I was capable of anymore. The kind of smile that said everything was right in her world, even if I knew it wasn’t.

“She’s such a good baby,” I crooned.

“She’s my little miracle,” Olivia said, her voice full of warmth.

I nodded, forcing a smile, but I couldn’t shake the heaviness in my chest.

Olivia turned to me, her eyes softening. “Do you want kids someday, Sloane?”

The question hit me harder than I expected. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. I stared down at the baby toy in my hand, twisting it absently as the silence stretched on. Finally, I swallowed and looked away.

“Nobody like me should ever be a mother,” I said quietly, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.

Olivia didn’t say anything at first, just watched me, her brow furrowing in concern. “Why do you think that?”

I let out a harsh breath, shaking my head as I set the toy down on the table. “Olivia.” I sighed, just deciding to get it over with. Logan would probably be mortified, but it was better that these girls knew now, than finding out later after I’d gotten even closer to them.

It would hurt more then.

“I’m an escort,” I whispered. “Or at least I was.” I shook my head, realizing how up in the air everything was at the moment. “My past? It’s too messed up. I’m too damaged. I would ruin any child. Just like…” My voice faltered, the truth too painful to finish. Just like I’ve been ruined .

Olivia’s baby reached up to grab her hair, and Olivia gently untangled her tiny fingers, her expression thoughtful. When she spoke, her voice was steady and calm. “You’re not ruined, Sloane. None of us are.”

I scoffed, looking away. “You don’t understand.”

Olivia’s voice softened, but there was an edge to it, something deep and raw that made me glance back at her. “You think I don’t understand?”

I didn’t answer, not at first. But something in the way she was looking at me made me realize she wasn’t just saying the words to make me feel better. There was something else. Something real .

She adjusted her daughter on her lap and took a deep breath. “I used to think the same thing, you know? I didn’t think I deserved this—this family, this baby, this life. I thought I was too broken to be a mother.” Her eyes flickered with something I hadn’t seen before, something vulnerable.

I frowned, not sure where she was going with this.

“I was addicted to prescription drugs for years,” Olivia said quietly, her voice trembling slightly. “And that’s not even the worst of it. My manager—he raped me. And my mom? She knew. She betrayed me. I felt like I had nothing left, like I was too damaged to ever be whole again.”

Her words hit me like a punch. I stared at her, stunned. I’d had no idea. I’d seen the headlines in the past about her being in a conservatorship, but I’d never paid much attention to celebrity gossip, so I hadn’t known any details.

“And for a long time, I thought that made me unfit to be a mother,” Olivia continued, her voice thick with emotion. “I thought all of those terrible things I’d been through made me incapable of giving my daughter the love she deserved. But Walker…he helped me realize that those experiences didn’t make me less. They made me more . Because now, I know what I want for her. I want her to have the kind of life I never had. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she gets that.”

I could feel the tears building in my eyes, but I didn’t wipe them away. I just listened, her words piercing through the wall I’d built around myself.

Olivia looked down at her daughter, her eyes filled with love and fear at the same time. “Sometimes, I’m still scared I’ll fail. I’m terrified, actually. But then I look at her, and I think about how much I love her, and it changes everything. Love…it’s bigger than the pain. It’s stronger than the past.”

I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the tears slip down my cheeks. I blinked, trying to pull myself together, but I couldn’t. Olivia’s words had hit me straight in the heart, breaking open something I’d kept buried for so long.

What if…Everett was wrong? What if there was more for me in this life?

A deeper thought hit me.

What if I wasn’t ruined after all?

“I don’t know if I can do that,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I don’t know if I can be…enough. For anyone.”

Olivia reached over, gently placing her hand on mine. “You’re already enough, Sloane. You just don’t see it yet.”

I stared at her, my throat tight with emotion. I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t as broken as I thought. But it was hard. So damn hard.

Olivia squeezed my hand, her voice soft but firm. “I don’t know you well yet, but sometimes you just know. You can see a kindred spirit—that you’ve survived things most people couldn’t even imagine. Just like me. And just like me…you’re still here. That means something. And if you ever do decide you want kids, they won’t be ruined. They’ll be loved. Because you know what it’s like to hurt, and that means you’ll fight harder than anyone to protect them.”

I couldn’t speak. The tears kept coming, and I didn’t try to stop them this time. I just nodded, my chest aching with a mixture of pain and hope.

Maybe she was right. Maybe I wasn’t beyond saving. Maybe, just maybe, I could learn to believe that.

What was it with Logan…with his group of friends. Every time I was with them…I felt something other than fear.