The Romance Line (Love and Hockey Book 2)

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Seven long days. Seven long nights. But they end tonight. I’m tapping my foot against the floor of the team bus, willing it to pull faster into the players’ lot.

“In a rush, Lambert?” Miles asks dryly from across the aisle.

“Yeah, just a little bit.”

Wesley’s right in front of me, and he shoots me a sympathetic look. “Know the feeling, man. These long road trips are hard.”

“They sure are,” I say.

“I miss Josie way too much. But you’re lucky. At least Everly will be on the next one,” he says, and there is that. I am lucky since she travels with the team half the time. But the other half is still hell.

I need to see her, stat.

The bus comes to a stop and I bound off with my duffel. I make it to my car in record time, then head home even faster.

Home…where my two favorite ladies will be waiting for me. I peel into a spot in the parking garage, then rush to the elevator, and punch the button for the penthouse.

Forty-five interminable seconds later, the doors slide open and I walk down the hall then unlock the door.

Everly hasn’t moved in with me yet, but she will. She is, however, waiting for me when I come home. And…I can’t breathe.

She’s wearing white lace panties and a white dress shirt of mine.

That’s it. Nothing else.

Oh, wait.

She’s got a kitten in her arms. “Hey, you,” she says as I drop my bag. “We missed you.”

I tear my gaze away from her for a hot second, doing a double take when I take a better look at Athena. “Is my cat wearing clothes?”

“Oh, this little thing?” Everly plucks at the blue shirt she’s somehow wrestled the cat into. “It was sent in from an animal rescue. She has so many outfits from animal rescues and fans thanks to your interview. Little Friends even made her one with a Sea Dogs number. Six. Since she’s your sixth foster,” she says of the tiny hockey jersey my cat is wearing.

I reach for the furball and hold her for a second before she squirms in my arms.

Well, she is a cat. I set her down and she runs off somewhere, probably to get the touch of human off her.

“That is fucking adorable but you…are…” I stop and gaze in lusty admiration at the half-naked beauty.

Then I do more than look. I touch. Running a hand up her stomach, over her breasts, up her neck, and around to her hair, all lush and silky and blown out.

“Beautiful,” I say, “and all mine.”

“All yours,” she says, then she takes my hand, leads me to the bedroom and strips me naked. When I’m down to nothing, she shrugs off the shirt she’s wearing, pushes me to the bed, and climbs over me.

“Missed you,” she says.

“Missed you so much,” I say, then I haul her close and kiss her until she’s squirming and panting and begging. I skim off her soaked panties, then put on a condom. “Get on my dick and show me how much you’ve missed me.”

“Oh, I will, Max. Because I missed you so damn much.”

She rides me, and shows me, and loves me, and comes hard all over my cock, and it’s glorious.

After, she curls up next to me and, with a little bit of nerves but excitement, too, in her voice, says, “I have something else for you.”

I scoff. “Name something better than you and Athena waiting for me.”

“More me,” she says playfully, then reaches for her tablet that she must have left on the nightstand. She nibbles on the corner of her lips before she clicks on the screen.

A link from Leighton McBride.

It opens to a stunning photo of Everly on a sapphire chaise longue, wearing the first set of panties I bought her and nothing else. She’s cupping her breasts and sitting with her side to the camera lens. Her hair’s tossed back, and her gaze meets the camera.

Straight on, fearless, and brave.

I trace the outline of her body in the picture, amazed that this woman loves me. “Are there more?” I ask, hungry for all the pictures.

“I did a whole session. I did it for me,” she says. “But I wanted to show them to you.”

I kiss her cheek. “It’s a beautiful gift for you to give yourself, and you deserve it.”

Then I settle in with my woman as she shows me the rest of the pictures.

This, right here, is my real favorite thing.