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BLAKELY

SIX MONTHS AFTER THAT

I’ve taken to hockey more than I have football.

It’s the rules! Hockey rules are much easier to understand than football ones, and I’m pretty sure there’s not even half of the number of them. Sure, I don’t know what an icing is, and I always call for goalie interference, even when Jamie laughs and tells me there wasn’t any, but still.

I think it’s given my husband a bit of a complex. As of three months ago, I’ve started finding little notes around the house with football terms and their definitions. They’ve been on the bathroom mirror, his pillow when I woke up last week, and even inside of the kettle. Yes, inside . I ended up drowning it in water before I realized it was there.

He’s even got the team in on it. For no apparent reason, Chase and Jax showed up for dinner last week with a CFL dictionary and ten of their favourite football movies. And it doesn’t stop there. They turned Nate against me too.

This morning, he hid my limited-edition Warriors/Pythons Bateman hockey jersey that Jamie surprised his dad with a few weeks back and replaced it with the new alternate Pythons jersey. Even now, as I pull up the sleeves of the backup Ottawa Beavertails jersey Braxton lent me, my brother smirks at me like he’s an evil genius.

Sixteen years old and confident, he’s grown so much in the last six months. Not only is he thriving at football, but his grades are incredible, and he’s made friends. Lots of them.

Jamie’s his best friend, though. The two of them are pretty much glued at the hip, and their relationship has helped Nate start to grow into the man I know he’ll be one day. The brotherly role Jamie plays in his life has given him the confidence and guidance that I couldn’t have on my own.

“I can’t believe they’re picking on you like this,” Braxton says, coming up to me with a baby girl in one arm and a little boy clutching the other from the ground.

I cock my head. “You can’t? Jamie won’t ever let me live this one down.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Maddox would probably cry if I told him that I liked football more than hockey.”

“It’s not even that I said that! All I said was that hockey’s simpler and easier to watch,” I clarify helplessly.

She sucks in a breath. “Oh, Blakely.”

“Oh, come on. You know he’s being dramatic.”

“You and I married the two most dramatic men in this entire family. This is only par for the course.”

I groan. “You’re right. So, what do you suggest I do? Pretend I was just lying?”

“Absolutely not,” Gracie guffaws, joining us. “Twist it to your benefit. Make him jealous enough that he doesn’t care which sport you prefer as long as you don’t make a show out of it again.”

Braxton nods excitedly. “That’s brilliant.”

“All done talking, Mom. I wanna see Daddy now. He’s skating!” Liam whines, tugging at Braxton.

He’s adorable in his Hutton Ottawa jersey, joggers, and sneakers. If you swap the joggers for jeans, he matches Braxton and Annie. That was probably the point .

“Go see him, then, baby. Look, Grandpa and Uncle Noah are already over there. You can sit with them and watch,” she suggests, removing her hand from his grip to give him a light push.

He doesn’t bother replying before taking off across the suite. I laugh and listen as Braxton sighs and leans her head against my shoulder.

“Sorry, I swear he doesn’t stop moving,” she says with a sigh, adjusting Annie on her hip.

Ava comes swooping in. “Oh, let me help. She’s getting so big. I can imagine how sore your arm’s getting. Maddox was so heavy as a baby that I had to wear him in a carrier on my back or my arms would ache.”

She waits for a nod of permission from Braxton before slowly easing the little girl out of her arms.

“Thank you, Ava,” Braxton says, stretching her arm out.

“Always, sweetheart.”

I take a look around the giant suite and, of course, get drawn to the bar, where Jamie’s leaning back on a barstool, legs spread wide. His Ottawa jersey is loose on his upper body, but his jeans are tight enough to squeeze his thighs and ass just right. The backward cap he’s wearing is old and frayed, and as he takes it off to flip it around, my core tightens desperately.

He’s sinfully sexy. Every day that we’re together, I seem to grow more and more attracted to everything about him, inside and out.

“How do you suggest I start making Jamie jealous?” I ask, only half-aware of what I’m saying.

The other half of my brain is too busy eye-fucking my husband to comprehend normal thinking.

“Addie,” Gracie whisper hisses in the direction of where her niece is lounging on Cooper’s lap by the ice-facing windows.

The bombshell blonde looks at us past her husband’s shoulder and smacks a kiss on his cheek before rushing over to us .

“You called?”

Her daughter is distracted, too busy smacking the windows beside Liam to notice that her mom has snuck away.

Gracie curls her open arm around her niece and ushers her close. “You’re the only one of us who has no loyalty to a sport, and we need your help.”

“Avery doesn’t either,” Addie points out.

Gracie snorts out a laugh. “Sure, but Oliver will be just as bad as Jamie if Avery starts fawning over a hockey player.”

“Does this have to do with Jamie scowling at the team during warm-ups?”

“Yes. Apparently, I’ve done the unthinkable and chosen hockey over football, and now he’s being a big baby,” I tell Addie.

She smirks, the devious streak in her that everyone always talks about shining through. “Alright. I’m in. Come with me, Blakely. Let’s make some men jealous.”

“I take it you enjoy this particular game?” I ask once we leave the group of women and move to the windows.

“More like I love what comes after. There’s truly nothing like jealous sex.”

Over a year into my relationship with Jamie, and after all the time I’ve spent with his family, it’s still Adalyn who takes me by surprise most often. She has absolutely no filter, and it fits her personality perfectly.

“That is if he’s still jealous by the time we get home tonight,” I say.

“Oh, he will be. Staying here and being forced to watch the rest of this game will only make it worse.”

“That’s a good point.”

She winks. “I know. Now, follow my lead.”

I nod and steal a look in Jamie’s direction, finding Oliver and Tinsley talking to him. My stomach flutters in anticipation.

Addie clutches my arm and gasps dramatically, purposefully drawing attention. “Look at that one! God, he’s so flexible. Do you think that’s just for the ice or off it too?”

“I’ve seen videos online, and I don’t think it’s just on the ice,” I sigh dreamily, focusing on the towering figure in the net below us.

It’s absolutely a lie. Hopefully, Jamie will be too flustered to think too much about the details of what I’m saying.

Adalyn groans and brings a hand to touch the window. “Ooh! Look, he’s taking his helmet off. Oh, my God. Spraying water on your face shouldn’t be so hot.”

“Do you think he does that off the ice?”

“I sure hope so. Damn, that’s sexy.”

It’s hard not to laugh at how terrible of a job we’re doing. This sounds like the opening of a porno more than an attempt at making a grown man jealous, but?—

A large, hot palm presses to my spine before travelling up and toying with my hair. With a look over my shoulder, Jamie’s scowl appears. His eyes are a deeper shade of blue than usual, and my breath skips as arousal warms my belly.

“What an interesting conversation you’re having, Bandit. It’s almost like you were admiring the men down there.”

“That’s because she was, Jam Jam. Considering how stubborn football players are, maybe she was right about preferring hockey after all,” Adalyn taunts, shooting me a wink that Jamie’s too busy staring at me to catch.

He curves me to his side and brushes a kiss across my temple. “Blakely knows very well that being stubborn is one of my best qualities but not the strongest.”

“I can only imagine that you’re referring to being thick-skulled. You always could take hits to the head better than anyone else.”

“Adalyn,” Cooper drawls, joining us with an amused crook of his lips.

The man with the whole dirty-professor thing going on keeps one hand tucked into his slacks while the other holds his wife’s hip.

Adalyn grins at his presence and bats her eyes up at him. “Yes?”

“You’re causing mischief again.”

“Oh no. Am I?”

He chuckles and glances at me, offering a sympathetic look that has my brows lifting. When he only darts his eyes to Jamie, I put the pieces together.

Addie pats me on the arm and then yanks her husband’s hand out of his pocket so she can hold it. “Well, have fun. My job is complete.”

Jamie grunts in response, not so much as blinking while he watches me. I nip at my cheek and try to ignore him as the other couple leaves us here alone. The hockey game is in full swing, and while I can’t make out who’s who from up here, I know that Maddox is in one of the red-and-black jerseys.

Warm breath tickles my ear when Jamie flattens his hand to the window and leans close, making sure I feel every inch of his chest against my arm. “If you wanted to make me jealous, you didn’t need to bother with Addie. Seeing you standing here looking down on the ice is more than enough.”

“You’re being ridiculous, Jamie,” I declare breathlessly.

“Maybe. I tend to get this way when it comes to you.”

“I can prefer hockey over football but love you most of all.”

“If you want me to spray water into my face, that can be arranged. The only thing I can’t do for you is the splits. I prefer to spend my time spreading your legs instead.”

I gulp, my lashes fluttering. “I get your point.”

“No, I don’t think you do. Not yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re leaving in ten minutes. I don’t feel like lingering.”

I turn my head, bringing my cheek to where his lips are waiting. “And if I wanted to stay? ”

“Oh, I bet you fucking do, baby. I’ll make it up to you.”

“What do I do the ten minutes, then?”

He kisses my flaming cheek and curls his finger beneath my chin before taking my mouth in a slow, teasing caress.

“Keep looking out the window. I’ll be punishing you regardless of how much longer you stare at the men on the ice. Might as well get as much time as you can.”

I know the minute Jamie closes the bedroom door behind us that I’m in trouble.

My grin is cheek-pinching as I linger at the end of the bed and wait. His steps are heavy and slow, and I coil my muscles tighter, half leaning over the bed by the time he’s behind me.

“I’ve been rock fucking solid since you put on that show for me. I’m trying not to push your face into the bed and spank your ass raw, Blakely.”

I quickly unsnap my jeans and wiggle them down to my ankles while his gaze burns into me. Inch by inch, I free myself of the denim before leaving them on the floor. My ass is cold and bare besides the tiny string between my cheeks.

“Christ,” he curses, his thighs pressing against me. “Nate’s home.”

“He’ll have his headphones on by now.”

I jerk forward with a gasp when he brings both hands down on my ass with synchronized claps. His fingers dip into the flesh and pull before retreating. He pulls at the top of my thong and releases it, forcing it to snap against my skin.

“You’ve been driving me out of my mind ever since you made that comment about hockey months ago. I know it’s possessive and overbearing. I’m possessive and overbearing. ”

I reach a hand out for him and grab his knee, holding it firmly. “Possessive, yes. Overbearing, no. I like that you get jealous. It makes me feel wanted.”

“Fuck, baby. I want you all the time. Always.”

“Prove it,” I provoke, wiggling my hips.

“Only if you tell me that you forgive me for being jealous.”

“There was nothing to forgive,” I murmur.

That’s enough for him.

In a blink, he has the rest of our clothes off and my thighs spread at the edge of the bed. I press my chest into the mattress and hand over control to him, knowing that I’m going to be floating on a wave of pleasure any second now.

“You’re perfect, wife,” he hisses while dipping a finger through my slit and guiding it inside of me. “Tight, wet, and mine.”

“Yours,” I echo, pushing back, needing more.

He’s one step ahead, adding a second and third finger before I have to ask. Usually, that would have been enough to make me come right here and now, but tonight, I want more than his fingers.

“Fuck me, Jamie. I can’t wait,” I whimper.

“Okay, baby. It’s going to be snug.”

“I want it that way.”

He groans long and low, and then the head of his cock is breaching me, splitting me in half. My hips dig into the mattress while my nipples drag across the comforter, and I whine at the fullness.

“That’s it. That’s it, Blakely. Your pussy takes me so well, so good,” he praises, reaching along my body to take my hand as I push it across the mattress. “Almost there. You nearly have . . . Fuck .”

“Make me stretch. I can take it. I’m ready,” I gasp, already close enough to taste the explosion of pleasure on my tongue.

He shoves himself the rest of the way. My cry is silent, nothing but hot air escaping my parted lips. Then he’s moving, and I feel him deep enough to wonder if he’s in my stomach. A shift of his hips, and he’s expertly prodding my G-spot.

My eyes roll back. His hips smack my ass as he picks up speed, driving into me harder and harder. It’s not enough to just feel the pleasure from his movements, but when he folds himself over me and covers my back in kisses, the added love is what tips me over.

“I love you,” I whine before burying my face into the bed and crying out with the power of my orgasm.

He powers into me, grunting as I squeeze him tight, my pussy spasming with my pleasure. “That’s it, wife. Take my cum and keep it deep all fucking night.”

Heat lashes at my walls, and I go limp, smiling sleepily. By the time he’s finished, I’m as loopy as I am happy. He bundles me in his arms and carries me to my side of the bed.

“I need to clean up,” I mumble, lying on my back once he’s tucked me in.

“Sure. If you’re awake enough to get up and do that. I was serious about you keeping my cum inside of you all night.”

“I’m on birth control.”

He laughs softly, pushing my hair out of my face and kissing my forehead. “We have a lifetime together to worry about kids. For now, I just want to fall asleep knowing you’re marked as mine.”

“Alright, weirdo,” I tease.

“Your weirdo.”

Blinking up at him, I reach for his hand and interlock our fingers. “I do want kids with you one day.”

His features soften, eyes brightening. “I want kids with you too, Bandit.”

“Maybe only two max. I’m not sure yet.”

“We don’t have to know that number quite yet.”

“You’re right. But I want you to know that I do want that. Especially after seeing your cousins’ kids and the way you interact with them. You’ll be a good dad. The best one. ”

“I’ve already seen you be a mother to Nate. You’ll be incredible to our children one day.”

I tug at his hand and bring it to my lips. “I fall more in love with you every day.”

“And I’ll continue to do the same for the rest of forever.”

I’ve never looked forward to the future more.