She slid her jeans off, revealing the most adorable pink and white thong. I cracked my neck as my thoughts started to get the better of me.

  “Again?” I raised my eyebrow at her, smacking her on the ass while she crawled into bed.

  She narrowed her gaze at me. “If it’s my turn.”

  I threw my clothes off into the open closet. I jumped onto the bed, playfully pulling her into my arms and rolling her tiny frame onto my waist. “Of course, sweetheart. I’m not a selfish pig.”

  Her nails raked over the tattoo on my chest. I reached up, pecking her quickly. I flipped her over onto her back and rolled in between her legs. I pulled her thong off, flinging it across the darkened room. Kissing from her knee to her upper thigh, I teased her. Goosebumps formed under my fingertips on her stomach as her anticipation built.

  I rolled my thumb over her sensitive skin, already soaked with desire.

  “I love how excited you get, baby.” I cooed before starting to lick her clit.

  Her moans cheered me on while I licked and sucked on her. Slowly I started to explore her with my fingers, finding her spot. Sloan’s back arched pushing herself harder onto my tongue. Her hip gently bucked as she road my face and hand.

  The feeling of her subtly shaking from my touch was intoxicating. I could spend all day between her thighs and be a happy camper.

  Her climax came on quickly. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her knee quaked. Her eyes slammed shut. She screamed my name.

  I kissed all the way back up her body. Pulling her tightly against my chest, I whispered in her ear, “I love you, Sloan.”

  She shifted to look at me. She blinked a few times. “Say it again,” she requested.

  “I love you.” I kissed her forehead.

  “And I love you, too.” She nuzzled into the crook of my neck. “I feel crazy for it. This happened all so fast, but it feels right.”

  “Because it is right, darlin’. You and I are cut from the same cloth. We’re meant for each other.”

  We fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. It was simply perfect. I had no idea how I’d gotten lucky enough to have Sloan dropped into my life, but there she was like a fallen angel. Her wings were a little battle worn, but our wounds were healing together.

  Chapter 12

  Trent

  I was woken up by a loud crash. I leapt out of bed, grabbed my gun from under my pillow, and turned off the safety.

  Sloan sat up, about to speak, but I threw my hand over her mouth and shook my head. Her eyes were wide, but she nodded, letting me know she understood that she needed to stay quiet.

  I mouthed, “Stay here,” before walking out of the room. I started to inspect the garage, trying to find the source of the noise.

  “Fuck,” I exclaimed as I stepped on broken glass and my heart started racing. Someone had broken in.

  Panic set in when I heard a bloodcurdling scream come from the bedroom. I bolted back to Sloan as quickly as I could. To my horror, a man was standing in the middle of the room with a knife to Sloan’s throat.

  “If I can’t have her, no one can!” he screamed.

  “Ray, please…please don’t.” Terror lined her face as she gripped his forearms.

  I had my gun trained on his head, but he was using Sloan as a shield like a damn coward.

  “Put the gun down!” he yelled.

  Red came barging in, wearing just boxers and cowboy boots and holding an ax.

  As I turned to tell Red to back up, I saw my worst nightmare out of the corner of my eye. Ray slit Sloan’s throat, threw her to the ground, and leapt out the window. It all happened so fast.

  I scooped her up, holding her throat closed as she gasped for air.

  “Red! Call 911! Fucking hurry!” I was screaming. My chest was heaving. My mind was blank. I didn’t know what to do, how to help her. I rocked Sloan in my arms. Blood seeped everywhere as her eyes pleaded with me.

  “You’re going to be fine, baby. I promise everything is going to be fine.” I kissed her forehead. “Red!”

  Holy fuck!

  What do I do?

  I can’t lose her!

  He rushed back into the room with two paramedics right behind him. They pulled her out of my grasp as I wailed and shook on the floor. Her blood covered my body.

  “Get fucking dressed.” Red’s hands gripped my shoulders as he shook me out of my shock. “Get a grip, brother. We need to follow them to the hospital.”

  I’d never ridden so fast in my life. I threw my bike down in the middle of the ambulance bay and ran next to the gurney as the doctors and nurses started to work their magic.

  “Sir, you’re going to have to give us some space here.” One of the nurses had her hand on my arm, trying to pull me back.

  I couldn’t bring myself to let go of Sloan’s hand. “Please, don’t let her die. He can’t win.”

  “The doctors are going to do everything that they can. You’re going to have to wait and let us do our job.”

  They rushed her into surgery and I was forced to wait. The entire group flooded into the waiting room. No one spoke. We all just sat there in silence.

  Raine waddled in with a blanket in her hand. She draped it over my shoulders giving me a kind smile before she went to sit with Ryder on the other side of the room.

  After what felt like a lifetime, Sloan was out of surgery and had been moved to recovery. The doctors were able to patch her up, but she was still barely clinging to life. I sat in the uncomfortable chair in her room with my brothers, Raine, and Crickett sitting and lying on the floor.

  Raine was curled up in Ryder’s side. He and I were the only two people awake.

  “How you holding up?” Ryder asked in a low voice.

  He knew, of all people, how much it hurt to worry if the woman you love was going to live through the night.

  “She can’t die, man.” I let my head fall into my hands.

  “She’s a fighter.”

  “I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.” My rage was boiling up from the pit of my stomach.

  Ryder tossed me his phone. “Read the text from Crowley.”

  Crowley: Picked up Ray Clyde trying to break into a car at a rest stop a few miles down the road, covered in blood.

  I sighed with relief. “Well at least there’s that. We don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

  “We have guys on the inside that will make his life a living hell—I’ll see to that. He won’t even live to see his trial.”

  I shook my head. “No. Let him rot in there getting his ass ripped open on a daily basis. Even that will not be enough of a punishment for the nightmare he put Sloan through.”

  After a few days of being pretty much out of it, Sloan’s eye fluttered open. “Hey you.” She forced a smile. Her voice was fucked up and low, but I didn’t care. She was awake and alert, and that was all that mattered to me.

  Ryder and Raine got up from the floor and started to stretch. They hadn’t left me alone since the incident. At least one of my brothers was by my side every minute. It was comforting to have all of their support while this was happening.

  “Good to see you’re awake, darlin’.” Ryder put his hand on the end of her bed and motioned to his wife. “Let’s give these two a little privacy.”

  I stood quickly. “No, you two should stay. I want there to be witnesses for this.”

  Each person froze on the spot. Raine gasped, grabbing Ryder’s hand.

  “Hey babe.” I sank down on the side of Sloan’s bed.

  She put her hand on my cheek. “Hi.” Her eyes were barely open.

  “I know this is fast, but I don’t fucking care. I love you. I have never been so scared of losing someone in my entire life. I do not want to spend one more second on this earth without you being truly mine. Sloan, please do me the honor of being my wife.”

  “Talk about insta-love,” she teased, grabbing my hand. “There is nothing more that I want than to be your wife. Trent, yes, I will marry you.”

  I kissed her cheek as I fought the goofiest smile that was taking over my face. “Also, the doctors gave me a little bit of exciting news.”

  “More exciting than the fact that we’re getting married?”

  I nodded. “Even better.” I put my hand on her stomach. “You’re pregnant.”

  Tears welled up in her eyes as she gasped, “I’m pregnant? We’re going to have a baby?”

  Raine squealed and started jumping. “This is the most amazing day!”

  Ryder pulled his wife into his side. “Congratulations you two. I couldn’t be happier for you both.”

  They left us alone and I crawled into bed with Sloan. We just stayed like that for a few minutes, her hand in mine.

  “Is this a dream?” Sloan muttered.

  “No, babe. This is just the beginning of our happily ever after.”

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  Acknowledgments

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  About the Author

  Bestselling author, Kristen Hope Mazzola, lives in the suburbs of Tampa soaking up the sunshine while watching hockey or football at beach bars. She writes contemporary romance ranging from steamy romantic comedy, angsty new adult, all the way to sports romance – with dirty bikers, hot military men, and swoon-worthy rockstars in between. A portion of her royalties goes to the Marcie Mazzola Foundation.

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  Crashing: The Wedding: Cali’s Story (Crashing #0.5)

  Crashing Back Down (Crashing #1)

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  Unacceptable

  Unspeakable

  Unbreakable

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  Unbearable (Releasing Oct. 19th)

  Undeniable (Releasing Nov. 7th)

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  The Hysterics

  Colt & Serena: A Hysterics Short Story

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  Cross Checked

  Cherry Picked

  Low Blow

  Playoff Beard

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  Rough & Tumble

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  The Nameless (Book 3)

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  Hat Trick

  A Standalone Hockey Romance

  A Sneak Peek

  Prologue

  Myla

  Deep slow breaths.

  I could feel every muscle in my body getting ready.

  See the jump.

  Know how it is going to go.

  Feel every movement.

  Visualize.

  One…

  Two…

  Three…

  I could fly. In those few seconds, I could actually fly.

  Pushing myself to limits I never thought possible was incredibly liberating, and pulling off the perfect flying camel was always my favorite. There was something so peaceful about being alone in the rink. My skates gliding over slick, smooth, polished ice…the chilly air nipping at my cheeks and filling my lungs…it was like coming home. I knew I was meant to be there.

  Skating around, listening to my Spotify playlist full of angsty punk rock music—it was the best way to fill an afternoon. Right as Blink-182 started singing about going away to college, my skates left the ice and I was in complete bliss.

  After landing my best inside axel ever, my eyes snapped to the bleachers to find my mother’s smiling face. She was absolutely radiant, practically glowing as she jumped to her feet, clapping and cheering.

  “Do a stag for me!” She beamed as she cupped her hands around her mouth to project her voice out to reach me.

  I rolled my eyes, yelling back to her, “Why do you like splits so much? I just don’t get it.”

  She giggled, shrugging. “What can I say? I just do.”

  “As you wish,” I teased, sticking my tongue out at her as I skated backward to get enough room to pull off her request.

  I set myself up, taking a few slow, deep breaths, counting to myself. Within seconds I was flying again, smiling at my mother as she collapsed where she stood up in the stands. I crashed down onto the ice as a blaring horn drowned out my music.

  My eyes burst open. Lights were all I could see—bright lights barreling toward us. I was strapped into the passenger’s seat. The windshield wipers were frantically trying to keep up with the pouring, freezing rain.

  I screamed as I realized what was actually happening. “Oh my God, Mom! A truck!”

  Crash.

  Darkness.

  Stillness.

  Nothing.

  Chapter 1

  Brayden

  “So, doc…” My eyes traveled down to the blue-gray speckled white floor of my sister’s hospital room as I gripped her hand tighter. “How bad is it, really?” I knew from how mangled the car was that I was lucky she was breathing—even if it was with the help of a machine—but I needed to find a shred of hope that she’d see morning.

  Watching Myla’s tiny frame clinging to life in that hospital bed damn near broke me. Most of the time, I prided myself on being the tough one in the family, but right then and there I was crumbling into a pile of useless emotions, praying for this to all be one sick, twisted nightmare that I needed to wake from.

  The young doctor with a thick red beard put his hand on my shoulder, frowning. “We’re going to do everything we can to save her, Mr. Cox. Go home and get some sleep. We will know more in the morning.”

  I nodded, willing my eyes to travel up my sister’s bedside. The site of a breathing tube coming out of her mouth and the beeping of the machine that was acting as her lungs made my stomach lurch. The cuts and scratches that dappled her fair skin didn’t do the severity of the crash justice. Both of her eyes were black and blue, her cheeks were swollen, and too many bones in her body were shattered. It was purely a miracle that the first responders were able to get her out of the car, let alone stabilize her enough to get her to the hospital and into surgery in time, but they managed it somehow.

  I squeezed her hand one last time, bending down and whispering into her ear, “Myla, if you can hear me, please fight. Please be strong. You’re all I got left. I love you, sis.” I cursed the tear that rolled down my cheek onto hers as I kissed my little sister’s temple.