“Baby, I’ve been wanting you for months. One time isn’t going to cut it.” I roll her beneath me, settling between her legs. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget every other man who’s ever touched you. Until the only name you remember is mine.”
“Dex,” she breathes, already arching into me.
“That’s right. Say my name when I’m inside you.” I slide into her again, groaning at how perfectly she fits around me. “Say it when you come on my cock.”
This time I don’t hold back. I know her body now, know exactly what makes her fall apart. I use every trick I’ve learned, every technique that’s made other women scream my name, but with Goldie it’s different. It’s not just about the physical—it’s about claiming her, marking her as mine.
“Turn over,” I command, pulling out and flipping her onto her stomach. “I want to see that gorgeous ass while I’m inside you.”
She complies eagerly, presenting herself to me in a way that makes my mouth water. I take her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other fisted in her hair.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, setting a punishing pace. “So tight. So perfect. All mine.”
“Yours,” she gasps, pushing back to meet my thrusts. “God, Dex, I’m yours.”
I pull her up against my chest, one arm around her waist, the other cupping her breast as I continue to drive into her. “Look,” I command, turning her face toward the mirror. “Watch what you do to me.”
The sight of us in the mirror—her flushed face, my hands on her body, the way she takes every inch of me—pushes me to the edge.
“Come for me,” I order, my hand sliding down to circle her clit. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
She shatters with a cry that I have to muffle with my hand over her mouth. The feel of her clenching around me sends me over the edge, and I bury myself deep as I come with a force that leaves me shaking.
We collapse together, both breathing hard. But I’m not done. Not even close.
“Bathroom,” I say after catching my breath. “Shower. Now.”
The hot water cascades over us as I press her against the tile wall, lifting her leg around my waist.
“Again?” she asks, breathless.
“I told you, Goldie. Months of wanting you. I’m making up for lost time.” I slide into her again, the water making everything slick and perfect. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”
“Promise?”
The wicked smile she gives me nearly undoes me. My sweet, proper hockey mom has a dirty side, and I plan to explore every inch of it.
Hours later, tangled together in her bed, her body is marked with my touch, her voice hoarse from crying my name. And I know with absolute certainty that she’s ruined me for anyone else. Just as I’m dozing off she whispers into my chest.
“Wednesday,” she says quietly. “The hearing.”
“We’ll figure it out.” I tighten my arms around her. “Together.”
She looks up at me, something vulnerable in her expression. “What if we don’t? What if he gets the kids?”
“That’s not going to happen.” The fierce protectiveness in my voice surprises even me. “I won’t let it.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“I can promise that I’ll do everything in my power to stop it.” I cup her face, making sure she sees the determination in my eyes. “You and the kids—you’re mine now, Goldie. And I protect what’s mine.”
Something shifts in her expression, surprise giving way to something deeper. “Yours?”
“If you’ll have me.” The words come out rougher than intended. “All of it. The good days and the bad ones. The custody battles and the late-night phone calls. The whole complicated, messy, beautiful package.”
Her eyes fill with tears, but she’s smiling. “That’s a lot to take on, Malone.”
“I’ve never wanted anything more.” I brush a tear from her cheek. “You, Tyson, Blythe—you’re my family now. The one I never knew I needed.”
