The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172

ROMAN-

I held her while she slept.

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Olivia was naked in my passenger seat, red hair across my chest, the Mustang still smelling like us.

I knew I had to take her home. I did not want to let go. We had just had sex for the third time and I felt like making it a fourth.

I could not get enough of her. Being inside her felt like I was out of this fucking universe/Nothing compared to that. Not a win. Not any version of control I had spent years pretending I still had.

I watched her breathe. The mark on her throat. The way her hand stayed fisted in my hair even asleep, like she did not trust the universe not to take the last few hours back.

I had almost lost her. Nico did not want the marriage. I still knew Olivia. She would have won him over eventually, the same way she had somehow gotten Luca the playboy to fall for her.

Her soft mouth. Also sharp mouth. That laugh. The way she looked at people like they were already better than they had decided to be. I was glad she was willing to give me another chance.

I was never going to mess it up again.

Loving her was not new. Saying it had been.

Keeping her was the part I had been too much of a coward to try. Sitting in a parked car with her weight on me, I understood how stupid every fence had been.

Eden. Ethan. The rule. All of it had been me trying not to want the only thing that made the rest of my life feel like a fucked up schedule.

She woke slowly. Bright blue eyes stared up at me.

I looked at the mark on her neck I had put there with my teeth.

“Good sleep?” I whispered.

She blushed and buried her face against my neck. “The best sleep ever.”

I chuckled, “good.”

She dressed in the small space of the car and I watched her like I had no manners left. We knew if we took any longer, her family would start to worry.

I drove her home with one hand on her thigh because I could, because the alternative was pulling over again, because I had already told her I loved her and my body had not gotten the message that we were supposed to be done for the night.

Ethan was on the steps when we pulled up to their house. He smiled when he saw us getting out.

“Thanks for picking her up and bringing her home,” he said.

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Guilt hit, just like it always did.

That would not change until Ethan knew the truth about us.

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