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“That’s my line and I’ll help.” He wiggles, and his pants are around his knees.

“You’re magic.” I suck his ear and caress his plug.

“You got me so dick drunk I’m spreading my legs like a whore.” He arches into my touch.

“Will you be my little whore?” I twist the plug and cover his mouth to muffle his sounds.

He’s nodding frantically and talking against my hand, so I relax my hold.

“Only for you. Always for you,” he gasps, and pushes my hand firmly over his mouth.

“Are you going to watch me breed you? Watch how I look when I fill your ass with my seed? Again. And again. Look how impatient you are.” I chuckle after he stamps his foot. He has a point; we gotta hurry.

I use the excess lube from around his plug to slick myself up. Sky’s eyes are hooded, and he pulls his cheeks apart for me.

“You are my sexy angel.” My hips punch forward so my cock bottoms out in one thrust. I pant on his shoulder, adjusting to his fluttering walls and heat. “Put your dick in the sink so I can see you come,” I instruct, then work him on and off my cock.

“Your nipples are so pink and poking through your shirt. You’re good enough to eat. I changed my mind. Hold off and after I fill you, I need to drink your release.” We’re both close, and I’m asking too much.

Sky whimpers in response, and I find his spot, hammering it until his muscles tense and his neck arches.

“Please,” he begs from under my hand, and his expression triggers my orgasm. The world fades to me and Sky and our connected bodies and the deep knowing we’re meant for each other. Forever.

My legs tingle, and Sky will have fingertip bruises on his hips from me. Not the first time and certainly not the last.

“Angel, if I don’t pull out, I can’t suck you off.” I apologize because he hates it when I pull out. But we’re not exactly in private.

His head tips and I ready the plug. His walls clench in protest when I ease out and my cock protests too. But I insert the plug quickly and spin him around.

I’m on my knees with his cock in my mouth before my mind catches up to my body.

Sky explodes in my mouth, biting his cheek to stay quiet.

My low moan is unstoppable as I swallow his delicious cum. Sky’s sprawled with his elbows on the sink, hair sex-messed, and looking fucking satisfied.

My smug grin says it all.

Until there’s a knock on the door. “We’re leaving. Get dressed.”

The music’s pumping and the guys are dancing, so it should be a good time, but the birthday boy’s mood tanks as soon as he sees his old teammates, and he’s itching to fight.

We have a private room, but the doors are open and we’re mingling with the bar patrons. This is typically an Enforcers bar, but members of the other New York hockey team are here, and Brant’s taking it as a personal insult.

The drinks are flowing too fast, and Sky’s trying to get Brant to dance with him, but it’s not working, going by Brant’s clenched jaw and dark stare across the bar. If Sky didn’t have an ass full of my cum with a plug, I might be jealous. But he’s fucked out and distracting Brant.

King and O’Keefe have joined Sky and put Brant in the middle of their dance party. I get fresh drinks and join them. It’s a toss-up if the drink will mellow Brant out or give him whiskey courage. The type of bravery that ends in disaster.

Brant slams his drink and throws his arms in the air, swiveling his hips so he turns in a circle.

Someone yells, “Ride that cowboy!”

Brant grins and loses himself in the music. Ace, our captain dad, has clocked Brant’s tension and shuts the doors to our private room. Benz brings us all shots for the birthday boy, and we knock them back. When the tempo changes, Brant and Benz strike poses, and we form a circle to give them room to strut walk.

“Dance with me,” I whisper in Sky’s ear.

“I am.” He pushes his ass against my groin and throws his arms up around my neck.

“I want everyone to see you’re mine.” My hands on his hips guide our grinding.