Page 43 of Puck Off, She’s Mine

"Yes."

"Fuck." I flatten myself on top of her, my lips seeking hers as a bolt of something I've never felt rips through me. It's ecstasy, desire, and purpose all at once. It's everything.

She wraps herself around me, kissing me back like she's never going to stop. "Yes," she mumbles against my lips. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."

I pull back to look at her, just so I can see her when she says it again. "You want to marry me? You aren't fucking with me?"

Her lips curve, her entire expression soft. "I want to marry you, Phoenix. Whenever you're ready to ask, I'm saying yes."

"Marry me," I blurt instantly.

Her eyes widen.

"I mean it, Cara. Marry me."

"Mm. I'll think about it."

I growl, flipping her over onto her stomach. My hand comes down on her ass in a hard smack.

She shrieks with laughter, bucking beneath me. "I'm kidding!" she cries. "I'm kidding."

"Too late." I smack her ass again, yanking her dress up so I can watch it jiggle in her panties. "You had your chance."

She moans, arching up for more.

I spank her once more, and then yank her panties down before pinning her beneath me, my lips at her ear as I fumble with my zipper, trying to free my cock. She doesn't make it easy, not when she's writhing beneath me and moaning my name.

"You're marrying me," I groan as I push inside her, sheating myself in her tight heat. "Say yes, Cara."

"Yes," she moans immediately, pushing back against me. "Yes!"

It's the only word she says for a long time.

Believe me, I'm not mad about it.

Epilogue

Cara

Four Years Later

"Daddy! Unka Corey!" Atlas shouts, stumbling as he releases my hand to scurry across the arena as fast as his little legs will carry him, his toddler-sized hockey stick swinging in the air over his head. At three, he's already a monster of a little boy, bigger than most of the kids his age. He's going to be a giant like his daddy and his grandpa. I have a feeling he may be just as good as them on the ice, too.

Phoenix and Corey glance up from their conversation at the same time, their faces breaking into matching grins when they see him. Corey mumbles something to Phoenix before striding toward Atlas.

Phoenix watches just long enough to make sure Corey has him, and then his eyes come to me. I swallow hard, my heart fluttering at the soft look on his face. He immediately heads in my direction, his eyes never deviating from me.

"Hey," I murmur, burrowing into his arms as soon as he reaches me.

He nuzzles his face into my hair, his body relaxing as if he's finally home. And I love that so damn much. I never realize just how much I miss it until I'm right here, with his arms around me, and his body relaxing like he's been just as strung out for me as I have been for him.

Away games are bitch.

"Missed you," he whispers, his lips against the side of my throat.

"Missed you too." I melt into him, just letting him hold me for a long moment. This is the best part, always. When he's home, and I'm in his arms. When our son's delighted shrieks echo around the arena. When life feels like my favorite fairytale.

"How's my baby?" he asks after a moment, his palm flat against my belly.