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Okay, so both times were spectacular and easily the best sex of my life, but that doesn’t mean anything.

It was just a bit of fun.

We both had an itch that needed scratching, and we did that. A lot.

Honestly, I’m pretty sure I’m still walking funny, but I’m not complaining. It was a fucking spectacular night.

One I want to do again.

And again.

And again.

Damn it. I’m turning into one of those men.

I’m getting needy, and I’m fucking embarrassed, but also…I can’t stop.

I’ve tried swiping through the dating app to see if anyone else sparks any kind of reaction from me, but nothing.

There’s only one man I’m interested in right now, and he’s currently in fucking Canada and barely replying to my messages.

I get it, I do. I also just want to fucking hear from him.

“You okay, man?” Calvin asks, dragging me from my crazy thoughts.

“Yeah, why?”

“You just groaned as if you were in pain.”

Well, fuck me. I’m even torturing those around me now as well.

My lips part to say something, maybe ask some advice from a man who’s openly obsessed with my sister. But before I manage to say anything, a familiar soft voice hits my ears.

“I’m not late, am I? My last client overran and, ugh, it’s been a day. Hey, baby,” Sienna says, immediately dropping into the seat beside Calvin and crashing her lips to his.

“Gross,” I mutter teasingly.

Once they’re done, Sienna pokes her tongue out at me.

“We’re at a kids’ hockey game. It should be strictly PG.”

“There wasn’t even any tongue.”

“Damn shame, too,” Calvin jokes.

“So, what have I missed?” Sienna asks, getting settled.

“Literally nothing,” I mutter.

I’m excited for this game. I have been since I saw Sutton on the ice, but I can’t lie—the atmosphere could be better.

It’s so sad knowing that a game is about to start and the majority of the arena is empty. It’s eerily quiet. I hate it.

These girls deserve the kind of excitement the big boys get. But I guess a handful of people, most of whom they’re related to, will have to do.

Eventually, the girls emerge, halting Sienna’s animated story that her client told her earlier.

“There she is,” Calvin says, giving Sutton a wave when she looks our way. She might be wearing her helmet, but her beaming smile is impossible to miss.