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Bonus #3

Tristan

I was standing in my kitchen, shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a pair of sweatpants as I finished up my morning protein shake while answering my emails.

I brought the bottle to my lips, swallowing as I quickly typed back a response to one of my lawyers. Lillian had been the one to help with the whole process of attaining a restraining order against Dylan.

The whole process had been pretty smooth — one that affected Hannah as little as I could help it. I wouldn't even be telling her about tonight because Dylan was a thing of her past, and there he would stay.

A message popped up and I tensed, immediately checking to see if it was the one I was waiting for. But when I saw Alex's name, I relaxed, shaking my head and chuckling as I read it.

A: Do you think we could play naked football with a whole bunch of girls on the football field if we win the Playoffs? I think that's a fair reward. It'll be at night, so no one has to know. We'll just pay off the security guards.

T: No.

T: But I'll turn a blind eye to anything that happens on the rugby field.

I would actually kill him if he pulled any crap like that, but he already knew that. This was just a ploy to get something. All I could guess was the rugby guys would be cursing Alex McGraw's name soon.

Because we were definitely winning the playoffs. Just last week, I smashed another record against an Oklahoman team on their home turf and clips of it went viral. I was now spending a couple of hours after each game answering interviews and PR questions. The interviews and talk shows were picking up — which was why I needed to deal with this whole Dylan situation sooner rather than later.

"You're way too peppy for this time of the morning," Hannah's voice floated over to me as she stepped into the kitchen.

Turning to meet her, I immediately lifted my arm for her to tuck herself into my side. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her cheek against my chest, closing her eyes. Smiling, I leaned down to kiss the top of her head and inhaled her familiar scent.

My hand settled on her back, my fingers tangling in her loose hair as I rubbed the soft strands between my fingertips. "I thought you might be getting up soon, so I made you a cup of coffee. Should still be hot."

She sighed happily, squeezing my waist. "Have I ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever? You make mornings slightly more bearable."

I laughed, stroking a hand up and down her spine. "I'll have to work at doing better than 'slightly'."

She pulled away from me, heading towards the coffee machine. "Did you miss the part where I said 'best boyfriend ever'? You see... this," she picked up her big mug and lifted it for me to see, "This is what does all the real heavy lifting. This is the start to a good day."

She brought the cup to her lips, moaning softly as she took her first sip. My gaze lingered on her full, now-wet lips before filtering down her body — from her fitted spaghetti-strap top, over the small, loose pajama shorts and down her bare legs. My eyes stayed glued to her as I finished the rest of my shake and set the bottle down on the counter.

"I can think of other good ways to start the day." My grin was nothing but hungry.

Instead of rolling her eyes like I thought she would, she shrugged nonchalantly, looking at me over the rim of her cup. "It is Saturday, so it's not like either of us have anywhere we need to be right now."

I chuckled, amused at her not-so-subtle hint even as my dick was already rising to the occasion. She had him trained with just one look or touch — fuck, just her smell had me harder than stone and desperate to be inside her in record time.

"Come here."

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If you want to read the rest of this chapter, it's only available on my Patreon. This one's long and deals with Tristan's creative approach to Dylan, as well as some toe-curling smut at the end.