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His cell phone rang and he checked the call display. His
parents. No, it was his mom, guaranteed, after meeting Nicole last night.

“Hey, Mom,” he said.

“How’d you know it was me?”

He grinned. “Call display.”

“But it could’ve been your dad.”

“I had a feeling it was you.”

“How are you, buddy?”

She used the old nickname she’d had for him when he was a
kid. His smile went crooked. “I’m okay, Mom. Gonna be out for a while, though.”

“I figured. Did you have that MRI?”

He filled her in on the details of his medical condition.

“Are you home?” he asked. “You made good time.”

“We left early this morning. The roads were fine all the
way. Okay, so I gather that was
the
Nicole?”

“I wondered how long it was going to take you to ask. Yeah,
that was her.”

“You two made up?”

“Yeah. We haven’t talked a whole lot. I was pretty drugged
up last night. I’m at her place right now.”

“I’m so happy for you,” she said softly. “Not for your
shoulder, of course. She seems pretty great, Logan.”

“She is.”

“She’s Jacques Lambert’s daughter, isn’t she?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged, then winced. “Not that that means
anything.”

“No? That wasn’t part of the problems you were having?”

“No. God no. The problem we were having was Cody Burrell.”

After a silent beat, she said, “Ooooh. I’d forgotten about
that.”

“Well, she hasn’t.” He grimaced. “It really fucked her up.”

“Logan.”

“Sorry, Mom. I mean, messed her up.”

“Well. I guess I can understand that.”

“He’s gone.”

“From the team?”

“Yup. He won’t play for us again. You don’t even know the
shit…er stuff that happened recently.” He told her about being made captain and
the fight and now the injury. “But I’m still gonna be captain,” he finished
with pride. “Once I’m back on the ice.”

“Oh, Logan! That’s fantastic! Your dad will be thrilled!
He’s gone to work for a while, but I’ll get him to call you.”

“Okay, thanks, Mom.”

“Well, just get your shoulder healed and it sounds like
things will be looking up.”

“I hope so. Are you going to Chicago?”

“No.” He sensed the disappointment in her voice. “Jase said
not to come. Brianne’s being pretty protective of the baby, so I wouldn’t get
to see her much anyway.”

“Is he getting the paternity test done?”

“It’s done. He’s supposed to call us as soon as he knows.”

Logan nodded. “Let me know too. I hope…” He didn’t know what
to hope. “I hope it works out for the best for everyone.” If Jase really wanted
to be a dad, then he hoped Emily turned out to be his. But it wasn’t going to
be easy.

When he was done with the call, he lay down on Nicole’s bed
for a while, the pain and the meds seeming to have sucked some of the energy
out of him. He awoke to Nicole sitting beside him on the side of the bed in the
dark bedroom, gently touching his face and smiling at him. God, she was
beautiful. He turned his head to kiss her hand.

“Hi,” she said. “How’re you feeling?”

“Horny.”

She laughed. “Shut up. You are not.”

“Now that you’re here, I am.”

“I meant, how’s your shoulder.”

He sighed. “It hurts. But I’m okay. Could you get me a drink
of water?”

She shot him an amused look and he smiled innocently.

“Okay.”

When she returned with the glass of water, she handed it to
him and flicked on the lamp beside the bed. He drank thirstily and set the
glass beside the lamp. Then with his uninjured arm, he tugged her down to the
bed on top of him. She kissed his mouth, long and slow and sweet. Emotion
swelled in his chest, even as his cock swelled against her lower body. She
wriggled a little and murmured against his lips, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me, baby. Please.”

She chuckled and kissed him again. “I’m serious, Captain
Heller.”

“Okay then, how about this. This time you get to top.”

“Oooh. I like that.” She kissed his jaw.

“I’ll let you know if anything hurts. Have at it.”

“Okay.” She trailed kisses over his cheek, then the side of
his neck, nibbling a little with her soft lips, making him shiver. She unzipped
the hoodie he was wearing because that was all he could get into and kissed her
way down his bare chest.

“Keep going,” he murmured, his right hand coming to palm the
back of her head. “Lower.”

“Ahem.” She lifted her head and gave him a stern look. “I
believe that is called topping from the bottom. You said I could be in charge.”

He smiled. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” She resumed her exploration of his upper
body. “This is nice. I like having you at my mercy.” She nibbled on one nipple
and sensation zapped to his dick.

“You’ve always had me at your mercy, babe. From the minute
we met.” He sifted his fingers through her silky hair and closed his eyes at
the sensation of her soft hands and her hot little mouth.

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she
breathed, nuzzling the waistband of his sweats, pushing it lower on his belly.
His dick thickened even more.

“It’s true.” He groaned softly as she rubbed her face over
his groin, then kissed him through his sweatpants. His cock twitched and she
opened her mouth over his thick length and set her teeth onto him, biting him
through the heavy cotton so gently. His hips jerked and he got even harder.
Heat washed down through his body, under his skin, pooling at his groin where
he ached for more.

Her hands slid up to his chest, rubbed over his nipples, and
more sparks cascaded over his body as she continued to nibble on him through
his sweatpants. Then her fingers teased down over his abs, which tightened, and
slipped under the waistband and tugged. She moved lower on the bed, between his
thighs, pulling his pants down over his hip bones. Now his entire body
tightened with anticipation, his injured shoulder forgotten as blood rushed to
his cock, and then he was free, her breath brushing over him, his dick surging
upward, aching for her touch. He spread his legs and bent his knees.

She kissed the tip of his cock, then shocked him a little by
nudging his thighs even farther apart, pushing his knees back and lifting his
shaft out of the way so she could lick his balls.

“Jesus Christ!” he gasped. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s good.”

“Mmm.” She made little sounds of enjoyment as she sucked gently
on him, taking one testicle into his mouth, releasing it with a pop, then the
other. Sensation sizzled over his skin, every nerve ending on alert, tingles
running up his spine to the top of his head, which might be about to blow off.
She licked lower then nipped at his ass cheek, making him jump.

“Whoa, babe,” he groaned. “You really like this being in
control thing.”

“It’s kind of fun,” she agreed and directed the head of his
cock back to her mouth. The fingers of her other hand played with his balls and
her fingernails scraped over his inner thighs. His entire body was a mass of
twitching, jumping nerves, heat cascading over him. Her tongue swirled magic
around him, her fingers drove him crazy, his hips lifting to her mouth. And
then she took him in and sucked and every sensation coalesced at the place her
mouth touched, so hot and wet and insanely beautiful.

“Nicole,” he moaned, still touching her hair. “God, Nicole.
I love you so damn much.”

She bobbed her head up and down, her mouth sliding wetly, the
friction so exquisite, and pressure built inside him.

“Stop,” he begged hoarsely. “I’m gonna come any minute. I
want to be inside you.”

“Aw.” She pulled off him with a sexy slurp. “I like it when
you come in my mouth.”

“I do too, Christ, do I ever, but right now, please, I want
to make you come too.” He reached for her arm and tugged on it. “I want to see
your face.”

She smiled at him as she moved off the bed and took off her
clothes, the gray tweed pants and blue sweater she’d worn to work that day,
then the black lace bra and thong panties. She worked his sweatpants down his
legs and all the way off, tossing them aside, and then she climbed back on top
of him, straddling him.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He reached for her breast with his
good hand, cursing the damn sling that kept him from touching both her gorgeous
tits. Her softness filled his palm, her little nipple a hard point against his
skin. He loved the lush fullness, the sensitive peak. Watching her center
herself over him, he gently pinched her nipple. “You ready, babe?” There hadn’t
exactly been a lot of foreplay.

“I’m so ready.” Her eyes went heavy-lidded as she lowered
herself onto him. Hot. Wet. Tight. God. “I don’t want to use a condom. Is that
okay?”

“You sure?” He knew she was on birth control and they’d
talked about their sexual health.

“Yes.” Her eyes closed, the look of bliss on her beautiful
face so gratifying.

“Then hell yeah, it’s okay. Christ, Nic, you feel so good
like that.”

“Oh yeah, you too.” She lowered herself even farther, her pussy
clasping him, warm and wet. Further still, until she was all the way down, her
body flush against his, and he looked down to where they were joined, his
darker pubic hair a contrast to her golden curls, the tiny patch she kept
there. Her strong, slender thighs bracketed his hips, her breasts flushed and
pink, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and she leaned forward and set her
hands on his chest.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he ordered her.

Her long eyelashes fluttered and a smile teased the corners
of her mouth. “There you go again,” she said. “Bossing me around, topping from
the bottom. Maybe I have to tie you up and gag you.”

“No gags.” He frowned at her. “Ever.”

“You’re no fun.” She sighed and straightened, raising her
arms to lift her hair off the back of her neck. This vision damn near undid
him. His lungs seized at seeing her like that, a goddess above him, her breasts
lifting, her stomach muscles tightening, her pussy rippling around him. His
gaze moved to her face, her mouth full and soft, her eyes big and dark in the
lamplight, shining with love and devotion, respect and gratitude. It humbled
him, yet made him feel powerful, and those same emotions rose in him. She loved
him,
him
, even though he’d told her about his deepest fears, his worries
about not being good enough. She was the only person he really let see past the
jokes and carefree attitude to who he was inside. She trusted him enough to be
so vulnerable herself, physically vulnerable when he tied her up, emotionally
vulnerable when she let herself care too. She made him feel like a god.

She moved on him, one achingly sweet sensation after another
building inside him. Pleasure expanded through his chest, swelling hot and
soft.

He reached for her hip and then she bent forward again to
find his mouth with hers and they kissed, long, slow, luscious kisses as she
moved herself up and down on him in a slow rhythm, breasts rubbing against his
chest in a teasing, erotic caress. Her tongue rubbed against his, then licked
over his bottom lip. He gave it up, gave up everything he had to her, lost in
mindless sensation as they rocked together, her hands moving over his body,
over his chest, so gently over his shoulders, her fingertips stroking the sides
of his neck. She bit his neck softly, then her tongue glided over his skin,
sending sparks shooting through his veins. He found her ass with his hand,
pulled her harder against him, gave her a tiny tap there. Her breath rushed
warmly over his skin as she sighed in his ear.

He lifted his hips into her heat, held on to her with one
hand as her body went tight. She pressed her face against his neck and her
pussy rippled around him, her soft cries delighting him, and then his own
pleasure peaked and he poured himself into her in long, shuddering pulses.

She lay atop him for long moments, their hearts thudding in
tandem, bodies pulsing. “I love you,” she whispered. “And I’m so, so sorry.”

He gave her ass cheek a little squeeze. “Nicole.”

She slowly, carefully, straightened her legs behind her and
lifted her head to look at him. “It doesn’t matter who knows about us,” she
said softly, meeting his eyes, hers full of remorse and love. “When you got
hurt, I realized it didn’t matter. I don’t care who knows. And I don’t care
what they say about me. I just want you to be okay and…happy.”

“I am happy. Well, I’m pissed about being injured. Fuck.”

“I know. I’m so sorry this happened.”

“This isn’t your fault. It was just a stupid freak accident
thing.”

“But I’m still sorry. And I never meant to hurt you that
day. I just…was stupid. When I realized that nobody else knew and that you’d
come straight to me, I felt like shit, but there was Cody standing there,
looking at us with that smirky smirk smile and I was just…scared.”

“He can’t hurt you, Nicole. Everyone knows what he’s like.
And he’s gone.”

“I heard that today.” She searched his eyes with hers. “Did
you really break his nose?”

He grimaced. “Yeah.”

“You did that for me.”

“Yeah.”

“My hero.” She smooched his lips.

“Not really. It was stupid.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Hey. I thought I was your hero.”

She smiled. “You shouldn’t have gotten yourself in trouble
and risked losing out on being captain because of him. He’s not worth it.”

“He’s not worth it. But you are.”

Her lower lip pouted and her eyes went shiny. “Aw.” She
blinked. “So are you. Last night when you were lying on the ice, I realized
you’re worth it too. God, I’m sorry something like that had to happen to make
me wise up. I’m an idiot.”

“You were kind of driving me crazy, but I was getting to
you.” He rubbed his stubbly face on her cheek. “Wasn’t I?”

“Maybe.” She giggled a little as he tickled her.