Wild for You (Hot Jocks #6)(65)

Grant is an amazing lover—generous and decidedly confident. When he gets close, his measured strokes falter and he presses his mouth against my throat. With a low sound, he finds his release, and his cock throbs inside me.

Afterward, he pulls me into his arms and holds me. “That was incredible,” he whispers, planting sweet kisses along my temple.

“You looked like you needed that,” I say with a grin.

He chuckles. “I really did.”

I sit up and meet his eyes. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

The doctor cleared me for sex at my six-week exam. Grant knew this. He’s known that for a couple of weeks now.

He touches my shoulder, brushing my hair back with his fingertips. “Because you weren’t ready. Because I was fine jerking it in the shower every night until you were.”

I shake my head at him. “You crazy man. I love you.”

“I love you more.”





Epilogue




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Grant



Nine months later


“Well, that’s the last of it.” Owen dumps a final bag of ice into the cooler and stands back to study his work.

“Thanks, dude.” I thump one hand against his shoulder.

“’Course.” He grabs a bottle of beer from the cooler, twists off the cap, and offers it to me, then grabs another for himself. “This place is insane, man. Nicely done.”

Pride warms me and I tip my chin as we both survey the estate spread out before us. “Thanks.” The Mediterranean-style house with white stucco and an orange tile roof came on the market a few months ago, and even though it’s more space than we need, I convinced Ana to come and see it.

We’d been living together in my condo, which was great, but I still wanted more space, and a backyard where Hunter could eventually play. We arranged for a private showing with our real estate agent, and Ana fell in love with the place before we’d even made it through the foyer.

Six bedrooms, five baths, a huge chef’s kitchen. A formal dining room that we’ll probably never use. A home gym, a playroom with all kinds of little built-in nooks and cubbies for toys. And best of all is the privacy aspect.

It’s in a gated neighborhood where every lot is at least an acre. Ours has three acres with a private pond in the back. When Hunter is older, I imagine having it stocked with fish and teaching her how to cast and reel. Maybe we’ll even get one of those little paddleboats—or a stand-up paddleboard.

Travertine tile covers an expansive pool deck. A hot tub rests under a pergola, complete with a chandelier suspended over it. It’s beautiful at night with the soft twinkling lights reflecting off the water.

The place is way over the top. But since I basically went years hardly spending any of my salary, I was able to pay cash for the entire estate. I love knowing that one day, when I’m done playing hockey, even if I retire for good, my family will always be taken care of. And when Ana’s dad comes to visit, we’ll have plenty of room.

“Seriously, this place is ridiculous, dude.” Teddy approaches next, stopping beside us to help himself to a beer too.

“I’m glad you guys could come,” I say, changing the subject. I’ve never been good at accepting a compliment, and there’s no reason to start now.

“How many bedrooms does this place have?” Owen asks, unwilling to drop it.

“Six,” I say, feeling a little sheepish.

“Better get to work filling those up, Cap,” he says with a chuckle.

The idea of Ana pregnant again sends a warm rush through me. As I picture her belly swollen with another baby, and her lush breasts . . . my mouth lifts in a smile. “Yeah, we’re working on it. We’re waiting for Hunter to turn one before we start trying.”

“That’s coming up, right?”

I nod. “Next month.”

We finished our season last month, and while we didn’t set any records, we performed well and held our own in our division. Our coaching staff was happy. And, well, there’s always next year.

When Ana had the idea of hosting a combo housewarming party and start-of-the-summer barbecue, I was hesitant at first. But now, seeing everyone here, smiling and playing yard games, I’m glad I agreed.

I used to grumble about the fact I was the loner on the team, recalling all the people who came out for Owen and Becca’s baby shower. Seeing that only made me feel more alone and lonelier than if I hadn’t been surrounded by a roomful of people at all. Looking around now, though? I’m struck by a deep sense of belonging.

I never imagined I’d be here—hosting a big family-friendly gathering with my wife and baby, and my teammates and their significant others nearby. Kids splashing in the pool. Grill loaded up with enough burgers and chicken to feed an army. Coolers filled with ice-cold beer and organic juice boxes. I smile at the thought of it all. It means even more to me because I truly didn’t know if I’d ever get here.

The only person looking out of place is Jordie. He arrived alone, thirty minutes late, and I couldn’t help but get the feeling that something was bothering him. He’s sitting at the edge of the pool with a beer in his hand, staring off into the distance. I recall him drinking too much at our wedding reception, complaining about his love life and the fact that he’s perpetually single.