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EMMETT

D ecember has come and gone, and we’re officially in playoff season.

Although we finished at the top of our division, securing a home game for the wildcard round, we haven’t exactly had the best season ever, and I feel like coach is going to have an aneurism if we don’t get past this round.

Heidi has barely been back to her place, which is only helped by Mila, who told her to spend as much time here as she needs.

Apparently the girls had a plan for Heidi to win me over, but she didn’t have to try too hard.

I haven’t told the guys about it yet, but I’m pretty sure they know. Especially Leo, who keeps sending me knowing smirks every time he sees me.

And I’m smiling more, which is suspicious to some people apparently.

“You seem really chipper,” my mom tells me over the phone, her tone slightly suspicious.

“I’m just happy,” I inform her, hoping she’ll drop it.

“It’s the nanny girl, isn’t it?”

I chuckle nervously. “Her name is Heidi, you know that, right?”

“So it is.”

I’m quiet.

She doesn’t say anything for a few more beats, waiting to see if I’ll confirm or deny. But my silence is confirmation enough. “I like her.”

“I do too, mom.”

“Don’t fuck it up, okay?”

I smile. Fucking it up is the very last thing I want to do.

We wake up the day before the game. I’m going to have to stay at the hotel the night before, so this is my last moment with her until after the game.

I pull her naked hips into mine, my cock ready to go. She reaches behind her, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me into her, my lips trailing up her neck and to her ear.

“I can’t believe this is all mine,” I whisper into her skin, nipping her ear. I feel the shiver run through her, and my hand drifts over her soft stomach I love so much and to the curve of her breast.

She backs into me even harder, her hips grinding into mine. “Are you going to fuck me or not?” she says through a yawn.

Without skipping a beat, I hook my arm through her legs, positioning her top leg over my hip. Angling myself right, I push into her, and it feels like pure ecstasy.

I’ve gotten used to this. Waking up in the morning to her lips around my cock, her fingers playing with my balls in a way that makes me immediately want to empty myself down her throat.

Or when I wake to her climbing onto my back, her fingers working at my sore muscles, her lips at the base of my neck.

When I wake up before her, I love waking her with my tongue between her legs, having my first breakfast of the day.

“Emmett, fuck, ” she moans quietly, gripping my hand that rests on her breast and squeezing it.

“Is this what you asked for?” I whisper in her ear, my voice still thick with sleep.

“I asked for it a little harder than this, I think,” she sasses with a smirk.

I stop, and she groans. “Emmett.”

Still inside of her, I lower her leg, instead flipping her over onto her stomach in one fluid movement.

“Arch your back,” I instruct her, and her ass raises into the air as I slide further into her, taking pleasure in the little moans muffled by the pillow her face is buried in.

“God you’re being such a good little slut, waking me up in the morning?”

Heidi moans, rocking back into me as I pound into her.

“You know what we haven’t tried yet?” I’m breathless, my fingers gripping her tighter as she rocks back harder and harder.

Her face turns. “What?”

“You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“I’m yours,” she whimpers without hesitation.

I bite my lip, closing my eyes as I pump into her. “I want to see it,” I tell her.

She looks confused. “You see it all the time.”

I shake my head. “No, I want my name on you tonight. I want to see that you’re mine. That you belong to me.”

“I’m yours,” she pants in confirmation.

“You want that?” I ask, pressure building inside of me.

She nods, biting her lip.

“You want to walk into that room and have everyone know exactly who you belong to?”

She nods again, her pussy clamping around me, and with one more thrust, her whole body stiffens and she’s burying her face into the pillow again, trying hard to keep her moans quiet.

“Fuck, Heidi, I’m going to come inside you. Do you want that?” I whimper, and when she nods, it’s enough to send me over the edge.

I empty inside of her, filling her up.

And in some sick fantasy, I imagine her having to walk into the stadium filled with my come.

In the clarity that hits me like a truck after sex, I start to wonder when I became so possessive. But this is how I’ve always been.

I’m possessive of the ones I love. I’m intense. I want everyone to be safe.

Which is part of the reason it’s so damn hard for me to let someone in. Because the second they’re in my life this way, there’s no going back, and the pain of even the possibility of losing them is too much for me.

Heidi rolls over as I hover over her, and when her eyes meet mine, she loops her arms around my neck. “I like this,” she tells me with a shy smile.

“Move in with me,” I say quickly without a second thought.

She looks around. “I haven’t been back to my place in weeks,” she reminds me.

“Juniper doesn’t know that though,” I remind her. And it’s true. She just thinks that Heidi has been staying later to help me with some… cleaning, and that she’s gotten here so early to go on runs. Her schedule hasn’t changed much.

Heidi’s lips tighten. “She’s a smart kid, Emmett. I’m pretty sure she knows. She just hasn’t called us out on it yet.”

I wince, knowing she’s probably right.

“That’s fair,” I grit, rolling over onto my side. “I want your things here though. And for Juniper to know that you’re here. That we’re together.”

She eyes me before biting her lip. “I have to talk to Mila first, okay?”

I nod.

Heidi gets up, heading over to the bedside table where she grabs her present.

I had it for her that day she came over with the bullshit excuse of going on a date, and although it was forgotten about that day, I told her that she could open it on her own time.

I had bought her one of the newest DSLR cameras, complete with all the bells and whistles, along with a new computer to replace her old, scuffed one with everything she would need to edit.

She takes it in her hands, examining it. She has her first shoot tomorrow, back doing what she loves.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of your kindness,” she says quietly, checking to make sure it’s set up right.

I watch her from the bed, the smile painted on my face. “Heidi you’re mine. You’re here. And if you’ll have me, I want you to be mine for the rest of your life. I’m going to spoil you.”

Her cheeks pinken as she sets it down again. “I’m going to go clean up,” she tells me, and I feel almost sad about it.

When she gets back, I hand her my jersey.

“Are you sure this doesn’t fuck up some kind of superstition?” she asks me. “I’ve been wearing black to all the games so far.”

She studies the purple fabric in her hands, and I smile. “No, I just want to see you in it.”

She rolls her eyes. “You won’t see me in it until after.”

I shake my head. “No, you guys have sideline passes for before the game. I’ll see you right before.”

“So I’m your good luck charm tomorrow?”

I nod with a smile, throwing all my things into my small travel suitcase. I’m not going far, but I need everything for tomorrow to be here.

“That’s fine with me,” she grins.