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Glove Save: Epilogue

Greer

“I knew it,” I mutter, watching my cock disappear into Stevie’s ass. “You take me so well, baby girl. Your ass looks so beautiful stretched around me.”

She whimpers with delight as I push into her, and the sound is music to my fucking ears.

I love nothing more than the sounds she makes during sex.

“Jacob…” she moans my name. “So good.”

We’ve been working up to this moment for months. She’s been such a good girl, wearing plugs and letting me stretch her with my tongue and fingers. Now, she’s finally taking my cock, and it’s as heavenly as I suspected it would be.

“God, I love how you feel,” I tell her, palming her cheeks, watching as I disappear inside her.

She lets out another pleased groan, pushing back and begging for more.

“You want more?”

She nods. “P-Please.”

I land a hard smack to her ass, causing her whole body to shudder with pleasure.

I do it again.

Pause.

Smack!

Pause.

Smack!

Her ass is red and warm and looks fucking delectable wearing my handprint.

“Say it again.”

Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Jacob.”

I lean forward, cupping her throat with my hand and applying the amount of pressure I know drives her wild and really let loose.

She moans beneath me as I pound into her. The sounds we’re making are carnal and raw, and I love every single minute of it.

“Fuck, baby. You take me so well.”

“Yours,” she mutters. “All yours.”

I slam into her once, twice, three more times, and my orgasm races through me. I pull out just in time, coating her back, loving the way she looks covered in my cum.

Mine.

I flip her onto her back, not caring about the mess on my sheets, and settle into my favorite place—between her legs. She sighs when my tongue touches her already soaking pussy.

I lick and suck and feast on her until her legs are clamped together like vise grips around my head, and I have to physically pry them off as she comes down from her high. Shudders rage through her as I crawl my way back up her body, slamming my mouth to hers.

I love that she never cares when I kiss her after I’ve gone down on her.

I love that she lets me use her however I like in bed, never complaining about it.

But most of all, I love the way she loves me—madly and completely.

I lift her from my bed with ease, carry her into the bathroom, then right into the shower. I crank the hot water, so glad the water never takes long to get warm. I pull her under the water when it’s ready, letting it crash over us.

I grab her loofah, squirt body wash into it, then hand it her way. I do the same with mine, dragging the pouf over my body quickly before tossing it aside to deal with later. My attention is solely on the image in front of me. It’s so stupid and so silly to love watching her shower, but it’s my favorite. I love watching the water rivulets run down her body. Love the soft sighs that leave her lips when the hot water hits an extra sore spot. I could watch her forever and never get tired.

I’m happy. Happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. It doesn’t even matter that the Comets took yet another first-round exit. I’m still mad about it, sure, but I know things are going to be okay.

I have Stevie, and I have Macie. It’s all I need. They are all I need.

Whenever I’m not on the ice, I’ve spent almost every waking moment with them over the last eight months. If I’m not running Macie to school functions, I’m taking her to hockey practice while Stevie attends night courses at the local college. If I’m not taking Stevie out on the town for a romantic night, then we’re all curled up on the couch, watching a movie, and starting pillow fights.

I won’t ever tell the guys this, but this team that Stevie and I have built? I love it more than the Comets.

And if it ever came down to it, I’d pick Stevie over hockey any damn day.

I want her. Not just now when she’s standing naked in front of me. I want her every day, through the highs and lows. I want it all and more.

“Move in with me.”

She stops her washing, and her mouth drops open, her eyes widening. She doesn’t say anything, and my words hang between us like a thick cloud of uncertainty.

Finally, I break the silence.

“Is my request really that surprising?”

She lets out a loud laugh. “Yes!”

“What? Why? We’ve been together for eight months now. I… I thought we might be on the same page with it.”

“Greer. You just fucked me in the ass, spread your cum all over my back, then ate me out for ten minutes, and the first thing you say to me is, move in with me?”

“Oh.” I chuckle. “Fine. I guess my timing wasn’t the best.”

“No. No, it really wasn’t.”

I press a quick kiss to her nose. “I mean it. I want you girls to move in with me.”

She clamps her teeth down on her bottom lip, chewing on it. “You do?”

“Of course I do. I love you. I love Macie. We should live together.”

“It’s a big step, Greer. It’s…” She trails off, nibbling heavily at her lip still.

I capture her mouth, kissing the spot she was chewing on.

“If you don’t want to or feel ready, tell me no, and I promise to listen. I don’t want to pressure you if this isn’t what you want.”

“It is what I want,” she tells me.

“Is it Macie? Because I really thought our relationship was getting better. She likes me now… I think.”

Stevie laughs, then hangs her loofah back on the wall. “Are you kidding me? She loves you. Sometimes I think more than me.”

“Nah. Not possible.”

She grins. “True.”

“So, then…”

“Then…” She sighs. “Here?”

“Huh?”

“You want us to move in here?”

“Well, yes. No offense, but I can fit three of your apartments in my kitchen and living room alone. Plus, I have heated floors in here, and you love those.”

“No offense taken because that’s true, and I love the heated bathroom floors, but… Have you thought about moving somewhere else?”

“I mean, I kind of play hockey here, so…”

She laughs. “I meant, like, maybe moving out of an apartment.”

“Stevie Thomas, are you proposing we buy a house together?”

Her cheeks pinken, and she gives me a slow nod. “Yes. I mean, if you’re ready for that, of course.”

“It’s a big step, Stevie. It’s…”

She shoves at me when she realizes I’m teasing her, but I grab her hands, sliding them above her head and lacing my fingers with hers as I press her back against the cool tile. She shivers, and I’m almost certain it’s not just because of the tile.

“You’re mean.” She pouts.

“But you love me.”

“So much.”

“Good, because I really don’t want to buy a house with someone who doesn’t love me.”

“Does that mean…”

“Yes, I want to buy a house with you, Stevie.”

“I’d clap right now, but someone’s holding me hostage.”

“As if you don’t love it,” I say, rolling my hips against hers. A soft sigh leaves her when my cock brushes against her clit. “You love it when I take control.”

“So much,” she murmurs.

I plant my lips on her neck, kissing and sucking at the skin as I continue to rub against her. I love the sounds that leave her as I bring her to the brink of orgasm.

Even more, I love the groan that leaves her when I back away just as I think she’s about to come.

I laugh darkly.

“Mean.”

“And proud of it.”

“Are you going to be this mean when we live together?”

“Are you kidding? I’m going to be meaner.”

She growls, and I laugh, dragging my cock against her wet pussy once again.

“You’re going to have to learn to be quiet, you know.”

“Hey, I think I’ve proved I can be quiet.”

“Sure. Now. But what happens when I’m meaner…rougher. Can you be quiet then?”

“I guess we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

“Or—and hear me out here—we could build a nice, pretty little soundproof room, and I can use it to do anything I want to you.”

Her skin ignites with goose bumps as a shudder runs through her.

I grin. “You like that idea?”

She nods. “Very much so. We’re going to need a hot tub too.”

“A hot tub?”

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to have sex in a hot tub.”

I laugh. “Fine. We’ll get you a hot tub.”

“And—”

“Steve?”

“Yes?” she mutters, so lost in me rubbing against her that she doesn’t even realize I’ve just called her Steve.

“Would you rather we just build a house?”

Her eyes fly open. “Are you nuts?”

“Possibly. But if we build, we could get everything we want.”

“But your contracts… What happens if you move? I—”

“Then we’ll figure it out later.”

“Are we going to stay together if you move teams?”

“Do you want to stay together if I move teams?”

“I…” She runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “Is it going to freak you out if I say yes?”

“Not a chance. In fact, I want you to say yes.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do. In case you haven’t realized it yet, Stevie, I’m kind of crazy about you.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s so. I am madly and completely in love with you.”

She sighs. “Good. Because I’m kind of crazy about you too.”

“Yeah?”

“Madly and completely, Jacob.”

Then I kiss her, and I don’t stop until we’re both trembling under the cold water.

After that, I start all over again.

If I never win another hockey game, I’ll be okay.

I already played the best game ever…and won.


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