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Chapter Twenty

Savannah

I blink awake slowly, my head feeling heavier than usual. The first thing I notice is warmth—steady and solid beneath me. My hand rests on something firm, and it takes me a second to realize it’s Troy.

I take in his broad chest, his brown hair that’s a little mussed, and that woodsy, pine scent that’s so distinctly him. I also notice the lines of his jaw, the rise and fall of his breathing, steady beneath my palm.

Then I realize…he’s hard, and I’m…trapped right beneath him. My heart skips, my breath catching.

His eyes open slowly, and the instant he registers what’s happening, he shifts, pulling away with a soft, awkward chuckle.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, raking a hand through his hair.

“It’s…it’s okay.” I sit up, smoothing my hair and giving him a tentative smile. “What time is it?”

He checks his watch. “Just before six.”

I run a hand through my hair, still trying to shake off the fog of sleep. “Is Noah up yet?”

“No, not yet,” he says, his voice softer, like he’s still half-awake. But when I look over, he’s staring at me, his gaze tracing over my face, then lingering on my lips. A flush of warmth rises in my stomach, pooling low, catching me off guard.

“Savannah…” His voice is low, almost a growl, and I can feel it in my bones.

“Yes, Troy?” I manage to whisper back, my own voice betraying the sudden nervous energy swirling around us.

He clears his throat. “What’s going on with you and Jamie?”

The question catches me off guard. “Jamie?” I hesitate, then sigh. “We…we slept together. It was…unexpected.”

He nods slowly. “Okay.”

My cheeks burn, and before I can stop myself, I add, “And…I slept with Jared too. Before I came here to work, before any of this.”

He nods again, his gaze lifting to the ceiling. “All right.”

A silence settles, thick and heavy, and I can’t help but wonder where his mind’s at. “Are…are you going to fire me?” I ask quietly, bracing myself for his answer.

He glances over, holding my gaze. “Actually, Savannah, I’m trying not to be jealous.”

My breath catches, and I can barely find the words. “What…what do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean, Savannah,” he murmurs, his voice dark and low, sending a shiver down my spine.

And then we’re moving, or maybe neither of us moves, but we’re just…there, close, lips crashing together, hands roaming, finding each other in that charged moment. He tastes so good, like coffee and warmth, and I can’t get enough.

“Quiet,” he whispers against my mouth, his hands sliding over me.

“Yes,” I breathe, feeling his touch as he holds me close, and everything else fades away.

I can’t think straight, my heart racing as Troy’s hands slide under my T-shirt. The warmth of his skin ignites something inside me—something primal.

My breath hitches when he pulls the fabric over my head, exposing my bare skin to the cool air.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire. He leans in, kissing a trail down my neck. I can feel my body responding, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“Troy…” I gasp, arching into him as his hands knead my breasts, fingers brushing over my nipples. “This feels…so good.”

He covers my mouth with his hand, his breath hot against my skin. “Shh, angel. Let me make you happy.”

“Okay…” I manage to whisper, but it’s hard to think when he’s making me feel this way. I can’t help it—I push his pants down, fingers trembling with anticipation.

In one swift motion, he climbs on top of me, his body pressing down against mine. I can’t believe how good it feels, the weight of him grounding me.

He thrusts into me, and oh my God, the stretch is unbelievable. I roll my eyes back, lost in the sensation.

“Fuck…” he groans, his eyes locked on mine. “You feel incredible.”

He moves slower at first, but I can feel the urgency building between us. I claw at his arms, gasping. “Condom! We need a condom!”

“Shit,” he mutters, scrambling to reach the nightstand. My heart races as he tears one open, his hands shaking with need. “Can’t believe I almost forgot.”

“I need you now,” I whimper, the heat pooling low in my belly, begging for release.

He’s back inside me, moving again, and this time he’s faster, harder. I’m clawing at the sheets, lost in the pleasure, but then I remember.

“Troy! Cover my face with a pillow,” I plead, my voice breathy. “I’m gonna come.”

“Your wish is my command,” he smirks, grabbing a pillow and shoving it over my mouth. “Let it out, babe. I got you.”

“God, yes,” I mumble against the fabric. It muffles my sounds, but I can still feel him moving, his body driving me wild. Every thrust sends shockwaves through me, and I’m so close. “Don’t stop! Please!”

“I won’t, I promise,” he whispers, his breath hot on my neck. “Just let go. Come for me, angel.”

I feel that familiar tension building, every nerve in my body alive. “I’m…” I gasp, the pillow stifling my cry as I ride the wave of pleasure, my body trembling around him.

“Fuck,” he groans, his pace picking up as I grip him tighter, desperate for more. “Savannah, you’re so damn perfect.”

I can barely breathe, the world spinning as the intensity takes over. “Troy…don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, his voice low and gritty. “Just hold on.”

And I do, holding onto him as if he’s my lifeline. The pleasure washes over me in waves, and I’m floating, lost in the moment.

When it finally crashes down, I’m left gasping, the pillow still over my mouth, my body quaking beneath him.

He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “You good?”

“Uh-huh,” I nod, pulling the pillow away, panting for air. “You?”

“Better than good,” he replies, his lips quirking into a satisfied smile. “You’re something else, you know that?”

I laugh breathlessly, still coming down from that high. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He kisses me again, soft and slow, a perfect contrast to what just happened. I can’t help but smile into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“Think we can do that again?” he asks, his voice teasing.

I smirk, a spark igniting in my belly again. “Only if you promise to keep the pillow nearby.”

“Deal,” he grins, that cocky look back in his eyes.

“Good,” I reply, feeling the familiar warmth spreading through me again. “Because I’m definitely not done with you.”

He leans in to brush his lips with mine…and then we are interrupted by a loud wail coming from Noah.

“I’ve got him,” I say, reaching for the T-shirt to pull it on as Troy works on discarding the condom.

***

The smell of sizzling sausages fills the air as I flip them in the pan. Troy stands behind me, holding Noah, and I can’t help but steal glances at him. He’s got the adorable baby cradled in his arms, and every time he kisses Noah’s head, my heart does this weird flip.

“Hey, little guy,” he coos, making silly faces. Noah giggles, and it sends a rush of warmth through me.

Troy leans closer, brushing his lips against my neck. “Smells amazing in here.”

I can’t help but smile, my cheeks warming. “Just trying to keep us fed. What do you think? Breakfast fit for champions?”

“More like breakfast fit for gods,” he chuckles, stealing a quick kiss from my lips. “I could get used to this.”

“Just wait till you taste it.” I bite my lip, trying not to blush as he nuzzles my neck again, sending shivers down my spine.

The door swings open, and Jamie walks in, a whistle escaping his lips. “Wow, Sav! I’m always catching you in the best positions.”

I whip around, heat flooding my face. “What the hell, Jamie? Nothing is going on.”

“Uh-huh,” he smirks, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Well, I see you finally acted on your attraction to her.”

“Ditto,” Troy replies, a teasing grin on his face.

“Guys, I’m right here!” I protest, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“That you are,” Troy says, eyes twinkling. “And we’ll discuss all of this after Friday.”

“Okay,” I smile, trying to play it cool, but inside, I’m a flurry of nerves and excitement.

“Gimme the baby,” Jamie says, walking over to Troy and reaching for Noah. “What’s for breakfast, anyway?”

“Just some sausages and toast. Nothing fancy,” I reply, plating the food and trying to ignore the heat in my cheeks.

“Just enough to fuel a couple of hockey studs,” Jamie says, balancing Noah on his hip. “You two lovebirds better eat up.”

“Lovebirds?” I choke, shooting Jamie a glare.

“Relax, it’s a compliment,” he laughs, plopping Noah down in his arms. “But seriously, thanks for cooking, Sav. You’re a lifesaver.”

Troy leans down, giving me a quick kiss that sends a spark through me. “See you after practice, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” I say, trying not to blush harder.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he winks, and my stomach does a flip.

“Oh!” I say to cover my sudden confused emotions. “I was going to practice making a new kind of gingerbread today. Will you guys help me taste-test them? I want them to be perfect.”

They both nod eagerly.

“Can you make other holiday things…you know…just to practice them?” Jamie asks. He has a gleam in his eye.

I look at him for a moment, then chuckle. “What things are you wanting me to ‘practice’ making?”

“How about divinity?” he asks me. “It’s my favorite.”

I nod. “If the weather cooperates. Can’t make it if there’s too much moisture in the air.”

“Really? That’s weird,” Troy observes.

“Now, you’re weird,” Jamie says to his friend, who scowls at him.

Jamie hands Noah back to me, his expression playful. “You ready to take care of this little monster while we’re out?”

“Always,” I say, smiling down at Noah, who’s gurgling happily.

“All right, we’ll be back soon,” Troy says, shooting me one last lingering look before he and Jamie head for the door.

Just as they’re about to leave, Jamie rushes back in. “Hey!” He cups my cheeks, surprising me. “Friday it is.”

“Yeah, Friday,” I echo, my heart racing.

He leans in and plants a quick kiss on my lips, and my cheeks heat up again. “Don’t think I forgot. I’ll see you then.”

With that, he’s gone, and I’m left standing there, breathless and giddy.

“Okay, Noah,” I say, shaking my head with a laugh. “Looks like we’ve got a lot to look forward to.”

Noah gurgles in response, his tiny hands reaching for my face. “What do you think, little man? Should we have some fun today?”

I pick him up, holding him close, and together, we move to the table to enjoy breakfast. As I sit down, I can’t help but replay the morning in my mind—the kisses, the laughter, and the excitement of what’s to come.

Just two months ago, I was a virgin, and now…I think I might have found myself in a harem of my own.