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  That doesn’t mean he won’t try, though. I know he’s doing it as a favor to Shea, but I’ll take whatever help I can get. I want to succeed. I want this, even if it means leaving Sofia. That’s the only thing that really holds me up every time I go to these meetings. When I sit down and they ask me what I want in the next five years—and they all ask the same question—I find myself pausing and swallowing the phrase, “I hope I’m still with Sofia Castilleja.”

  Man, she’s got me hooked.

  I’m pretty fucking sure I’ve fallen for her. Like, really fallen for her, and that will do nothing but complicate things. Putting aside whether I’m going into the NHL or not, there is the issue of this being her first relationship. Hell, her first everything. She has three more years here. And when I’m gone, she won’t want to wait around on me. I would. I’d wait years for her, but again, I’ve been around enough to know she is the best person I’ve ever been with. For her, though, she’ll always wonder if there is more out there. And there may be. She’ll have to decide that, but if I tell her I love her, she won’t leave, and then she’ll resent me.

  That knowledge feels like a jagged sword plunging into my chest and twisting over and over again.

  I’m screwed.

  “I did a Google search.”

  I groan loudly, and she laughs, trying to smack me, but I move out of the way. “The last time you did a Google search, you went down on your knees and sucked me off in a hallway. I think I almost died that day.”

  “You’re so dramatic. You loved it,” she insists, flashing me a smirk.

  “Oh, I did. Very much so.” I give her a wink, and her cheerful giggles run down my spine.

  “Anyway, I did the search, and apparently, the closest team to here is St. Louis. Closest other than the Assassins, of course.”

  My heart does somersaults in my chest as I quirk my lip. “Yeah, you’re right.”

  “So, I vote for them. If you’re there, I can come stay with you some, and we can hang during your downtime.”

  I glance over at her. “Always the planner.”

  “Just saying, no telling what could happen. You may hate me tomorrow, and all these Google searches will be for nothing.”

  I shoot her a serious look. “Cold day in hell.”

  Her grin is shy, but oh so beautiful. “Good.”

  We share a small smile, and I love the little quirk on the side of her mouth. “Man, Sofia, I’m really into you.”

  Her lashes flutter as she moves a tendril of hair out of her eyes, gazing up at me with that come and get me look. With the confidence of a girl who knows she has it going on, she says, “Damn right, you are.”

  She blows my fucking mind.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Ryan

  Standing in front of my mirror, I retie my tie after messing it up three times. You’d think after the endless tie-tying sessions my dad gave me, I’d have this, but I don’t. It’s hard. Or knowing he can’t help me is hard. Fuck, I miss him.

  From my bed, Sofia looks at me in the mirror. “Are you sure I don’t have to dress up?”

  I let my head fall back, my arms going slack as I moan obnoxiously. She’s asked this question at least a million times. “Sof, babe, I’m telling you. You look great,” I stress once more, and she does. She’s wearing leggings and a big sweatshirt. Classic Sofia. I couldn’t ask for more.

  “But Amelia posted a picture of her and Shelli, and they’re glammed up—”

  “They don’t need a reason to get all dressed up. They do it for Tuesday night dinner too. They just like looking at themselves.”

  “Ryan,” she moans. And it’s not her normal complaining moan, it’s the one that awakens the beast in my pants. Damn it.

  Giving her a hard look in the mirror, I point at her while holding my tie. “The only time I want to hear you moan like that is when I’m on top of you.”

  She gives me a snarky look, and with a matching tone, she calls back to me, “Find time, and I can make that happen.”

  She looks back down at her phone. Her hair is down, curly as hell with a little pin holding some of it back. Her face is all made up but not over the top. It brings out every single one of the features I already love. Her lips, though, those are a bright red that I may want to spend some time smearing.

  When she looks up at me, I smirk, but she glares. “For real, Ryan, look!”

  Now, I’m groaning. I walk over to my bed and fall face first into it. “Sofia, I promise you. It doesn’t matter,” I mutter into my blanket.

  I turn my face to look at her, but she holds her phone in front of my nose. I look at my sister and cousin, who look like they’re going to prom and not Thanksgiving dinner. But Posey, my girl, is wearing jeans and a tee. “Hey, Posey is wearing jeans.”

  She is unamused. “Doesn’t she dress kind of boyish?”

  I shrug as I sit up, fumbling with my tie once more. “I don’t think so. She’s like you. She’d rather be comfortable than not.”

  She bites that plump lip, and smearing that lipstick seems like a way better idea than arguing about what she should wear. Especially when I think she’s fucking hot in those leggings. “Hey.”

  She looks up from her phone, her face making it clear she is seriously struggling with this. “What?”

  “Come here. You’ve got something on your mouth.”

  She draws in her brows in confusion. “What is it?”

  “My lips,” I answer right before I take hers. Gone is the tension in her shoulders as she leans into me, cupping the back of my neck as I deepen the kiss. Leaning her back into the pillows, I move between her legs, drawing the kisses out of her. Her fingers dance along my neck, and soon the tie is gone.

  “I think you’re sexier without it,” she whispers against my lips, and my gut turns molten.

  “See, and I think you’re sexy just the way you are,” I say against her lips, causing them to curve ever so sweetly. When she wraps her legs around my waist, I feel every bit of her hot center, and within seconds, I’m rock hard. She looks up at me through those long thick lashes, a little kitten grin pulling at her lips.

  “Maybe we have two minutes?”

  I see stars. My heart is pounding in my ears, and my cock is begging for it. He wants it. She wants it. And fucking fuck, I want it too. I bring her bottom lip between my teeth, biting slightly as I press into her, my cock throbbing against her center. She takes in a quick breath, her eyes eager, leaving me feeling wild. Fuck, she makes me feel so damn good. I press my nose into hers, and I draw in shaky breaths. My heart tells me to wait, that it feels she deserves more, but her words from earlier hit me hard. It’s me. She only wants me. Meanwhile, my cock is telling me to shut the fuck up and bury myself deep inside her.

  He has priorities.

  “Here?” I gulp, and she grins.

  “Right here. Just us,” she whispers, weaving her fingers through my hair. “We have time.”

  “We do,” I agree as she starts to unbutton my shirt, the feel of her fingers scorching my skin as they unfasten each button. “And I really want to.”

  Her lips quirk. “How bad?”

  “So fucking bad, I might cry when I’m finally inside you.”

  She smirks up at me. “I thought you weren’t supposed to cry.”

  I lean my nose to hers, falling so hard for her innocent eyes. “When I’m with someone as special and as beautiful as you, emotion takes over.”

  “It does?”

  “Yeah, and it has to get out.” I move against her as her fingers glide along my skin. Her lips part as I drop my head down, needing her lips on mine.

  But just as our lips touch, the door flies open.

  “Hey, whoa. Shit. Sorry, do you need me to come back?”

  Her eyes widen, and I may kill Moon. “Fucking hell, yes.”

  “No, it’s fine,” she says, rolling out from underneath me.

  I fall to my stomach and look up at him. “What the hell do you want?”

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