Extra Epilogue
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“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” Marnie whispered, wringing her hands together.
“Relax, angel.” I chuckled and slipped my arm around her waist, tucking her against my side.
“Yeah, Mom. Relax,” Hank repeated with a grin as he strutted into the living room and over to the couch where we were sitting. He bent over and planted a quick kiss on her cheek before flopping down on her other side. “It’s not like we don’t know what’s in here.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she gulped hard, trying to keep them from falling. “I can’t believe my baby will be going to college next year.”
Sighing, I dragged her onto my lap and nuzzled my nose in her hair. “Don’t cry, angel.”
“I hate it when you cry,” Hank and I said in unison. To our relief, that made her smile.
I reached around my wife and picked up an envelope off the coffee table and handed it to my oldest son. The letter—sporting the Boston University logo—had come in the mail this morning.
Just like his dad and uncle, Hank had been born to play hockey. I had him on the ice as soon as he learned to walk, and he’d barely left it ever since. Ever since he was in grade school, his dream had been to play for Boston University, my alma mater, before being recruited to the pros. Boston College, and the University of Michigan— Nathan’s alma mater—were his backups.
He’d done everything he could to make that dream reality. Engaging with the coaching staff early in his high school career. Participating in showcases, maintaining strong athletic and academic records, and making sure the coaches knew he was interested in playing for them.
And he’d done it all without using his family connections.
Besides both our ties to the colleges as former players and graduates, Nathan’s sphere of influence in the world of hockey was exponentially greater now since he’d bought the New York Navigators after he retired.
Hank hadn’t hidden who he was, but he’d been determined to make it on his own merits and had made that very clear to the coaches and recruiters. Something that had impressed all of them.
Eventually, he’d received a verbal offer for a full ride to play for Boston University. And now his official financial aid agreement had come, and the timing couldn’t be better since today was the start of the early signing period.
I was so fucking proud of my boy. Getting recruited straight out of high school to play D1 hockey was a big deal since only about 10% of recruits skipped spending a year or two in the juniors before heading off to college.
Since Hank had already been at school when the mail came, we had to wait for him to get home from hockey practice.
Marnie had been practically vibrating with nervous energy all day. Since the other kids were at school, I’d managed to distract her in the shower, up against our bedroom wall, and on the kitchen table. But when Hank walked into the house, she’d turned into a ball of anxiety again.
Before he could open the envelope, someone pounded on our front door.
“What the heck?” Marnie growled as she jumped to her feet and stomped down the hall to answer it. Damn, she was cute.
I heard a masculine voice, and then my wife laughed, making me frown because I didn’t like it when other men made her smile.
Then I heard more deep tones and scowled as I stood, pausing when I realized that they sounded familiar.
A grin split my face as a crowd of my club brothers and their old ladies poured into the room. Congratulations filled the air, and Hank was pulled into several back-slapping man hugs.
“Thanks,” he replied, scratching his head with a confused look. “What is everybody doing here?”
Fox rolled his eyes and dropped onto an overstuffed chair, then pulled Dahlia onto his lap. “Wouldn’t miss this, kid. We’re all proud of you.”
“Yeah, but how did you know I was signing the agreement with Boston University today? I…” Hank trailed off and waved a hand to ward off any comments. “Never mind. Dad must have told one of you.”
Maverick mock scowled. “Who says it wasn’t the women spreading the word?”
“Because you assholes gossip like little old ladies,” Hank replied in a dry tone.
Marnie gasped. “Hank! Watch your language!”
Even though chuckles could be heard around the room, Hank looked properly chastised and kissed her cheek before I returned to my seat, settling her on my lap once more.
“Well? Let’s get this shit over with,” a new voice growled, making my head snap to the side.
“Uncle Nathan!” Hank greeted my brother as he strode into the living room. They hugged tightly, and I could see from Hank’s expression how much this meant to him. “I can’t believe you came down just to see me sign a piece of paper.”
Nathan grunted, but his eyes were dancing with humor. “Seeing as how that letter isn’t from U of M, I considered boycotting this circus.”
My son shrugged. “Like father, like son.”
“That’s nothing to be proud of, Hank,” Nathan retorted, shooting me an evil grin.
“Fucking love you too, bro,” I muttered.
Marnie groaned, “For the love of…would you stop swearing in front of our children?”
“It’s a losing battle,” Molly told her with a snicker.
“He’s a grown man, angel,” I teased.
Then she burst into tears.
* * *
The headboard banged against the wall as I pounded my cock into my wife’s tight pussy.
“Fuck, angel,” I grunted. “So fucking tight. That’s right. Take it all.”
“Hayes,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around my hips and bucking her pelvis up to meet each of my thrusts. “Oh, yes! Yes!”
I loved hearing my angel scream for me. When we didn’t have to hold back because of a houseful of kids.
Thank fuck Nathan had taken them to a hockey game. The Navigators were in town to play the Trojans, and I’d taken full advantage of the opportunity for some alone time with Marnie.
She’d calmed down while Hank signed the agreement and faxed it back to the school, but she’d still been sniffling when my club brothers took off.
I’d given Nathan a meaningful look, and he’d volunteered to pick up the kids from school and take them to the stadium, giving me time to comfort and distract my wife.
I took her mouth in a drugging kiss and shifted onto my knees. Palming her ass, I raised her to change the angle, sinking even deeper inside her and hitting her most sensitive spots.
“Come, angel,” I demanded. “Wanna feel that pussy squeeze me. Fuck, yes!”
She dropped her head back and screamed as her climax crashed over her.
“Fuck!” I shouted as my spine tingled while I kept up my forceful rhythm. “Oh, fuck, angel! Fuuuuuck!” I bellowed when my orgasm hit me like a freight train.
I drew out our pleasure as long as possible before I collapsed onto the bed and immediately rolled over, taking Marnie with me so I remained buried inside her.
Panting, she rested her head on my chest.
“Feel better?” I asked in a teasing tone.
“You can’t always distract me with sex, you know,” she huffed.
I snorted. “Nineteen years together says different.”
She sighed, then raised her head to smile sweetly at me. “He really is a mini Hayes. We did good, babe.”
“You did good, angel. I just came along for the ride.”
Marnie grinned. “Speaking of rides, think we’ve got time for one?”
I lifted a single eyebrow and flexed my cock inside her. “Another ride on my dick or on my hog this time?”
She moaned and squirmed as I hardened inside her.
“Both?” she asked hopefully.
I smirked. “Tell you what, Angel. How about you ride my cock first, then we’ll take my bike for a ride and find a nice, secluded spot where you can bounce on my dick again while my hog purrs beneath us.”
My cock flexed again, and she hissed, “Yessss.”
“Which part, angel?”
“All of it, Hayes. I want all of you.”
“Good fucking thing because you’ll never get rid of me.”
I started fucking her fast and hard, making her breathing turn erratic and choppy.
“This big, long cock is reason enough to keep you around,” she teased breathlessly.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned. Whenever Marnie talked dirty, I quickly lost control. “Fucking love you, angel,” I rasped.
“I love you, too, Hayes. Forever.”
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