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“Uh-huh.” I kissed his cheek. “That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” he whispered. “Calisse, Jack…” He sat up a little, still trembling and breathless. “Do you really want me to do this again when we’re home? But tie you completely?”
“Yes,” I said instantly. “Fuck my face. Fuck my ass. Anything you want. All while I’m totally bound.”
Devon bit his lip, his eyes a mix of fire and wonder. “I… yes. Absolutely.” He kissed me softly. “My God, I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.” I ran shaky fingers through his hair. “I will wait, though. It’ll be worth it.”
“It will.” He studied me, and I thought for a moment he might ask how we could do this going forward. How public we could be. When and how and if we should come out.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he leaned in, and just before he claimed a long, perfect kiss, he whispered, “I love you, Jack.”
And that was everything I needed to know tonight.
CHAPTER 38
DEVON
Jack flew out the next morning—off to meet up with the Grizzlies in Seattle.
The IceHawks won in Denver and then in Los Angeles as well. I actually scored a goal in that one. Total fluke. The center from LA caught a blade and while he struggled, I stole the puck from him. Before I knew it, I was down the ice with no one in my way. Taking a shot was reckless.
And successful.
For you, Jack. That was all for you.
After a losing game in Seattle, we flew back to Vancouver.
Morning practice the next day went well, and then I was free for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Since the Grizzlies were playing that night, I headed to Abbotsford. I filled a suitcase with personal stuff, including Mom’s recordings, and tucked them into my trunk. I still didn’t have a contract with Vancouver, so I wasn’t giving up the condo in Abbotsford yet. Too close to the rink. And no one from the team living on my floor. That was ahuge bonus.
Especially if I was going to bring Jack back here and do all the things I wanted to him.
Better yet, we would be going to his rental house. No one would hear him screaming. I looked forward to breaking through his stoicism. I’d find ways to drive him crazy. I had…plans.
In the meantime, I nabbed a seat in the stands across from the bench so I could watch him to my heart’s delight.
The Grizzlies won. They’d won under Amy’s leadership in Kamloops. Jack had sung her praises when he rejoined the team. They’d won in Seattle and were coming home on a high note.
Now they faced Edmonton, who were doing a West Coast swing. Edmonton were bruisers who played a very physical game. Lucky for us, we skated better and were much faster. Keeping the puck without getting hurt would be a top priority. Despite the dismal start to the year, the Grizzlies faced only a few injuries. And even the number of wins was outpacing the losses by quite a bit. They weren’t likely to make the playoffs, but under Jack’s stewardship, they were a much stronger team. And winning wasn’t everything—coming together to score points and outwit opponents meant as much as they rebuilt.
The game wound up being close. Claus scored a freaking hat trick, Lous had another goal and, to my surprise, Arts scored one. Being close to retirement, I figured he’d take it easy. Nope. He busted his ass.
I want to be that good when I’m his age. I still want to be playing for Vancouver. I want Jack in my life, and I want?—
Huh.
What do I want? Not kids. That’s not my path. But…maybe a dog? A house? A domestic life to come home to after rough road trips? Oh, and a Cup. At least three.I wasn’t going to begreedy. Funny how that had been my last thought and not my first. That told me something. That gave me pause.
Jack would be well into his fifties.
My gaze shot to where he was congratulating the team on a game well-played.
As if sensing me, he gazed into the stands. He smiled when he caught my eye.
At that moment, Hairs turned his head.
