She giggled as she nodded. “I know, me too. Come on, let’s open the windows.”

Together, they stood, getting dressed before opening the windows and letting the smoke out, laughing. This could only happen to them. Everything was getting in the way of them doing it in their house, and it was becoming not only frustrating but also very comical.

When she lifted her Assassins tee that was burned to a crisp, she turned to him. He had already gotten dressed and washed his face. He wasn’t as clean as he had been when he first came out, but he still looked as gorgeous as ever. Smiling, she held up the burned black shirt and said, “I need a new Assassins tee.”

“I need to work on my aim,” he said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, no big deal. Story for the ages, I guess,” she said as his arms wrapped around her waist.

“Yeah, we’ll tell the grandkids about how I was eating breakfast and the stove caught fire,” he said roughly against her neck, nibbling on her jaw as she squirmed against him, his beard tickling her neck. Kissing her jaw, he said, “But I will get you a nice #3 T-shirt, with my name on the back.”

“Good, I’ll wear it proudly.”

“That’s right, and also, Ms. King, I will have sex with you in this house.”

She nodded. “Damn right, you will. Tonight.”

He grinned, his hands drifting down her belly. “Oh yeah?”

“Yup, no matter how tired and worn out you are, and even if your dick is kinda crooked, it’s happening.”

He buried his face in her neck and squeezed her. “I can’t wait.”

“Me either, so hurry home. I’ll be naked and ready.”

“Just the way I like you,” he teased as he went to grab his bag. “See ya in a bit.”

“I’ll be the one screaming your name,” she said as he reached the door.

“As you should be,” he said with a wink. “Love you.”

“Love you,” she called as the door shut. Looking around, the room was still pretty hazy, and very quickly she was getting light-headed. Before she could leave though, her face twisted in agony as she held her stomach and gagged. The smell was horrendous and soon too much to bear. Going into the living room, she sucked in a deep breath as the wave of nausea hit her hard. Bracing her hands on her thighs, she swallowed past the need to vomit and stood back up just as the door opened.

“Kace? You okay?” Jordie asked, coming in and placing his hand on her back.

She nodded, her stomach clenching as the vomit rushed up her throat, but she swallowed hard again. She hated puking and she wasn’t puking today. Today was game day. “Yeah, the smoke got to me. I feel like I might spew everywhere.”

“You’re green, baby. Come here, sit down,” he said, trying to move her, but she shook her head.

“No, I’m fine,” she said, sucking in another breath. “Do you not feel icky?”

He shrugged. “My head hurts, but I don’t want to puke.”

“I guess that’s a good thing, huh?” she said as another wave hit her hard. “Guess our sex is dangerous.”

He laughed, stroking her head. “You sure you’re okay? I forgot my keys, but I can stay if you need me.”

She shot him a deadpan look. “You know you can’t. Go, I’m fine.”

“Okay,” he said, and she knew he was in a rush. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, fine,” she said quickly, clearing her throat.

He kissed her forehead and set her with a serious look. “Text me later. Let me know you’re okay.”

“I will,” she said, standing up and sucking in a breath as the feeling of puking everywhere subsided. He looked at her skeptically and she waved him off. “I’m fine, Jordie. Promise.”

“Okay, going. Text me, okay?”

“Okay,” she said and nodded as he went out the door hesitantly, but she waved him off and he shut the door. Pulling in another breath, she felt a bit better and decided that they would not be having sex in the kitchen.

Things got too hot.

Chuckling to herself, she decided she was hilarious and went to get ready for Jordie’s first game.

“How’s the house coming?” Lacey asked as they settled into their seats. Mena sat in her lap, her little Assassins jersey dress on and tiny headphones covering her ears from the noise of the crowd. It was electrifying, the first game of the season, and everyone, including Kacey, was excited. She had been waiting since Jordie had gotten hurt for him to get back on the ice in full beast mode. He did well in the preseason games he played in, but tonight—tonight, he was going to rock it. He was ready, she was ready, and she just hoped the fans were ready.

Because Jordie Thomas was back.

“It’s coming,” she said, leaning back in her seat, thankful her nausea was practically gone by the time she got to the arena. “Although, Jordie and I tried to have sex in the kitchen and almost caught it on fire. I was cleaning smoke and burned shit off my brand-new stove all afternoon.”

Lacey’s face twisted in confusion and she sputtered with laughter. “Do I even want to know how this happened?”

Kacey grinned. “He threw my shirt on the stove, and I had forgotten to shut it off. Boom! Flames, fire, poor guy fell and almost broke his dick.”

She tried to hold it in, bless Lacey’s heart, she did, but soon, she was laughing so hard she was crying. Kacey was right there with her, holding her own stomach as she laughed until she couldn’t breathe. Still gasping, she said, “I’m sitting there, spraying the fire with the extinguisher as he’s moaning on the ground. It was by far the funniest thing that has ever happened to me during sex.”