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February

M y husband has found himself in the sin bin.

I’m not even sure how he found himself dropping gloves with the other team’s goalie, no less, but he did.

Even though he’s a massive defenseman, Bennett isn’t typically the enforcer on the ice.

He’s more of a skilled, offensive defenseman.

So this is honestly the first fight I’ve seen him get in . . . and I’m not mad about it.

I’m also not mad about the seats that we’ve got for the game happening to be next to his team’s penalty box. My seat is literally right next to it with only a pane of plexiglass separating the two of us.

Especially because once he takes a seat in the penalty box, he throws down his helmet and gloves that came off during the fight, and picks up a water bottle.

What does he do with said water bottle? Well, he squirts his entire face, neck, and chest with it before wetting his hair and slicking it back.

When he throws his head back once more to squirt water in his mouth, I can’t help but squirm a little bit in my seat as I watch in fascination at the way his throat works and his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows.

Fuck, that is stupid hot.

And what’s even hotter is that when he notices I’m sitting right beside him and catches me eye-fucking him, he sends me the most salacious wink, and holy hell I think I could spontaneously orgasm right here on the spot.

Somehow, in my lust-filled haze, I notice something different about him.

Something I hadn’t noticed until just this moment.

He’s holding the water bottle with his left hand and instead of the silicone ring we purchased three nights ago, there is now what looks like a black band tattooed on his ring finger with a clear adhesive bandage around it.

Tapping on the glass, I point to my own ring finger before pointing to his and mouthing to him, “What the hell is that?”

His face curls up with a panty-melting smirk and he mouths back, “A tattoo. You like that?”

My eyes widen in realization that he got his very first tattoo, a man who is secretly scared of needles, and I only know this because he went with me to donate blood last month and passed out just from the finger poke they do at the beginning to check your hemoglobin levels.

Bennett scoots closer to me and mouths, “We’re forever, baby girl.”

My heart rate picks up speed and I can’t wait for the game to be over so I can ask him all about his decision to permanently mark his skin. And so I can show him just how much I love it.

Bennett

My phone buzzes in my pocket for the third consecutive time, and I decide I’ve delayed this conversation enough. Swiping to accept the call, I don’t sugarcoat my greeting. “Why are you calling me? ”

“Why? Because you haven’t answered me for a damn month, that’s why.”

“That’s because I have nothing to say to you.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ve got things to discuss with you. Don’t get smart with me, boy.”

“I’m not a boy. I’m a man. And after this phone call ends, I will not be speaking to you again unless you learn from your mistakes and change.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“How dare you speak to my wife behind my back, attempting to scare her away.”

“I think I heard you wrong. Your what ?” he shouts through the other end of the line so loudly it echoes off the cinderblock walls of the hallway. Huh, I guess my mom didn’t share our good news with him. I’m happy to hear that.

“You heard me just fine. I said my wife . You will never speak to her again without me there, do you hear me? You won’t look her way unless I give you permission.

Matter of fact, don’t even think about my wife.

From this day forward, for now and forever, Scarlett, Gemma, and Gunner are my family.

If you ever want to consider yourself a part of that, you better figure it the fuck out.

Until then, only mom, J, and Walker are invited to our wedding in Paris.

I sincerely hope you can pull your head out of your ass before you lose all three of your kids. ”

I hang up the phone without waiting for his response.

Part of me wishes I were in person for that conversation, but the better part of me knows I wouldn’t have been able to hold back my frustration and grievances with my father.

Fuck him for not only talking to Scarlett, but thinking he has a say in anything that goes on in my life.

He controlled the game for far too long, and I refuse to let him hold the power any longer .

I’m pulled from my spiraling thoughts and my stomach swoops in anticipation when I hear the clicking of heels coming down the hallway.

“Are you ready for this, Benny Boy?” Scarlett asks when she reaches me.

I take my time with my response because I’m honestly at a loss for words.

My wife is a fucking bombshell every day of the week, but today, she’s dressed to kill.

Her outfit is all black—black leather pencil skirt, black blouse, black strappy heels.

But what really steals my breath away are the two pieces of jewelry adorning her left ring finger.

I grab her hands in mine and rub said finger with my thumb. “Ready as I’ll ever be, Red.”

“Aw, you’ve got to liven up a bit, Cap. I’ve been dying to kick your ass when we play this game together.”

Narrowing my eyes at her, I point out, “I thought this was just a fun little social media sketch they were filming. Why do you look so excited?”

When she doesn’t answer, I go to tug on her wrist, but Morgan from the social media team joins us in the hallway and says she’s ready for us.

She leads us down the players’ hallway just in front of the lockerroom where she has two chairs set up for us with a table and a phone on a tripod.

Once we’ve assured her we’re ready to go, she clears her throat before giving us a nod that she’s begun filming.

“Good morning Wolverine fans! I’m here with newlyweds Bennett Wilson and Scarlett Carlisle—” Morgan starts, but Scarlett interrupts her.

“It’s Mrs. Wilson now,” she informs her before taking my hand in hers and sending a sultry wink my way.

Fuck me. I’m not sure how long it will take for my possessiveness to wear off, but I love hearing her correct someone when they call her by her maiden name.

It’s not even the fact that she has my last name, hell I’ve considered taking hers a number of times, it’s just the fact that the two of us sharing a last name tells the rest of the world that she’s mine . Forever.

“My apologies and congratulations,” Morgan says.

“I’m joined by Mr. and Mrs. Wilson this morning to play the newlywed game.

I’ll be asking them a series of questions in which they’ll each write the answer on their mini white boards before revealing their answers at the same time. Are you two ready?”

“Yep!” Scarlett exclaims, rubbing her hands together in anticipation before grabbing the white board from her lap. She’s got a competitive glint in her eyes that’s sexy as hell.

I’m obsessed with every little thing my wife does.

“Okay, question number one: Who is the better cook?”

I write out Scarlett’s name on my white board and am shocked to see she’s written my name on hers. “Come on, Red, that’s not true. You’re a helluva cook.”

“Thank you, but I can’t work a grill to save my life and you can do it all, so I think that makes you the better all around cook in our household,” she admits.

“Aw, that’s sweet. Ready for question number two?” We both nod in response. “Alright. Who is the better driver?”

I’m not surprised when she and I both agree that I am the better driver. Because I am. Without question. Like, it’s not even close.

“Who is more romantic?”

We both turn our boards to reveal my name, and Scarlett’s cheeks heat a bit. “He’s got the whole random acts of kindness and thoughtful gestures thing down pat.”

“Nah, you just like when I serenade you before bed,” I tease, causing her cheeks to heat further.

“Who is Scarlett’s celebrity crush? ”

It better be me. Though I’m not really a celebrity. She turns her board and has my name written on it but I’ve just written me with a question mark beside it. “Nice!” I say before giving her a high five.

“Who said ‘I love you’ first?” Easy enough since it was me.

The questions continue to rattle off until they get more specific.

“What is Bennett’s pet name for you?”

“Oh, that’s kind of a hard one since you’ve got a few you use,” Scar mumbles.

“Not a nickname, but a pet name. You know like sugar or sweetheart,” Morgan clarifies.

Oh, this is going to make Scar’s cheeks heat like never before.

We turn our boards and her pet name I use for her is revealed. Baby girl.

“What is Bennett’s favorite activity that the two of you do together?”

Scarlett’s eyes widen in panic as she clears her throat and looks over at me. “I-I um . . . next question?”

Oh, fuck. This is too good.

My brow quirks at her in surprise. “What’s the matter, baby girl?

You don’t want them to know that my favorite thing the two of us do together is our pregame—” Scarlett cuts me off when she shoots out of her chair and holds her hand over my mouth.

My chuckle is muffled by her hand and after giving me a stern look, she pulls her hand away but I snatch it to place a kiss on the delicate inside of her wrist.

At that, Morgan shows us mercy and says that’s a wrap on our video for the day. I take Scarlett’s hand in mine and lead her down the hallway to the elevator and press the up button.

“That was fun. What’d you think?” she asks me as we wait.

“I thought it was fun too. Though it made me eager for us to partake in my favorite activity. It is a game day afterall, Red.” I pull her in close and place a quick peck on her forehead .

“Oh you think you’re so slick, don’t you? I’m not sure I should take you up to my office.”

“That’s fine, you don’t have to. We could always take a detour to the locker room or the penalty box,” I suggest, rubbing my hands up and down her back.

“You’re dangerous,” she tells me before stepping out of my hold and pulling me into the awaiting elevator. As the doors close, I press her against the wall and reach beside me to press the elevator stop button.

“Benny, what are you doing?” she asks, a bit breathless, perhaps a bit scared as well.

“Getting creative,” I tell her as I lower myself to kneel before her. “I’ve got a pregame ritual to perform and a new wife to worship. Are you up for a little reminiscing of our first night together, baby girl?”

She’s panting as she gazes down at me. “I don’t recall you getting on your knees for me in the elevator that night.”

“No, I suppose I didn’t. But I’ve fantasized about doing this countless times,” I admit shamelessly.

“Who am I to stand in the way of your fantasies?” Scarlett helps guide her pencil skirt up her hips to reveal a lacy pair of panties.

“Such a good fucking wife, making all of my devious dreams come true.” I run my nose over her soaked panties before placing whisper-light kisses over her slit.

Moving her panties to the side with one hand, I drag my middle finger through her drenched core before plunging it deep inside her tight pussy.

Licking my lips, I inhale deeply before flattening my tongue and marveling at my first taste of her.

“Fuuuck, baby girl. You still taste like me from this morning. Was your pretty pussy leaking my cum during our interview?”

A moan escapes her lips before she bites down on her bottom one and whimpers softly .

“Mmm,” I hum in approval before making another pass up to her clit and lightly biting it. Placing her knees over my shoulders, I glance up at her with her back against the wall, her fingers curled in my hair, and demand, “Now be a good wife and come for me, Mrs. Wilson.”