Page 133 of Ruin The Friendship
“So much. You and me. We’re in this forever.”
“Forever.”
My heart clenches. I have everything I ever wanted, and more.
Her second orgasm hits her just as my own does, and I thrust into her a few more times, letting our breathing slow as our hearts pound in synchronized beats.
We stay together again until my cock grows soft and I pull out of her. I watch as my cum slowly drips down her thighs, and again, I use my fingers to scoop it back up and push it back into her swollen cunt.
“Mine,” I breathe, the possessive side of me coming out.
“Yours.” She tilts her head back for a kiss, then rests back on the pillow with a heavy sigh.
57
FAMILY ARE THE ONES THAT SHOW UP
LYDIA
THIRTY-TWO WEEKS PREGNANT
“Dude, did you see that goal Torman made on the Bulls last night?” Calvin asks as he screws a bolt into a rail of the crib.
“People underestimate him.” Adam shrugs, breaking down another box across the room.
We’re currently in what used to be my bedroom, setting up the nursery. The guys have some time off before heading into the playoffs in a few weeks, and Fletcher and I are beginning to get antsy over the upcoming arrival of the baby. It’s hard to believe that in eight weeks or less, she’ll be here.
She kicks at my ribs, and I rub my hand over my belly, wincing. I’m sitting on the floor folding clothes and blankets, and to be honest, I’m going to need a lot of help to get up.
“Do you guys only know how to talk about hockey, or is that really all your personality is?” Grace teases as she hangs up a tiny dress in the closet.
All of the guys chuckle before Adam speaks up. “Pretty sure you know the answer to that.”
Adam winks at Grace, and she narrows her eyes. I don’t think anyone else catches it, but I do.
Grace scoffs. “Fine, but all we ever talk about is hockey. Can we please change the subject?”
There’s an awkward silence, and I glance across the room at Fletcher, who’s trying to hold back his laughter.
“Our lives revolve around hockey, you know this,” Calvin replies as he walks back in the room, shoving her shoulder.
Zoey chuckles. “We’re all going to the cabin on Willow Lake this summer, right?”
Calvin nods enthusiastically and sits back down next to Fletcher to help with the crib. “Yep. My parents said we’re welcome anytime.”
The memory of what occurred between Fletcher and me the last time we were at their cabin flares in my brain, sending heat spiking through my body. Thoughts of his mouth all over my skin make my cheeks flush, and a pulse thump between my thighs.
Fletcher clears his throat, and I glance up, noticing his eyes on me. He must be thinking of the same thing. We hold gazes before Grace’s voice breaks the moment.
“I’ll be at the cabin all summer since I’ll be working at Sweeney’s all the time.” She nudges Hattie. “Are you excited to start?”
“So excited,” Hattie says. “I met with Mike last week, and he offered me a good number of hours.”
“I hate that you have to work so much,” I say as I fold another onesie. It’s hard not to squeal every time I come across another cute pattern or design. Let’s face it, they are all adorable.
Hattie shrugs. “Honestly, I’m used to it. Ever since I could work, I have been. It’s been hard, but we are making it work. I want Dylan to have a good life. And he loves hockey, so I want him to be able to do what he loves.”
Zoey rubs her shoulder. “You’re so good to him.”
