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After that, there was nothing else to say.
Not with words, anyway.
59.
Rowan
I lay there in the blue dark, watching her sleep. The moonlight coming through the window turned her skin iridescent, her hair silver.
I wanted this moment to go on forever. In this moment, in my world, absolutely nothing was wrong. In fact, there wasnothingmore right in the world than the small but mighty heat of her body curled up against mine.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever been in love for real. Hockey was the only thing I ever let myself want. Girls were a distraction. Women were a heartbreak waiting to happen. Hope was all that and more. But she was also everything that had been missing from my life.
I couldn’t deny that I’d been lonely since I moved to Casper, and really for the last few years, which I’d spent floating around, searching for something to do with my life. I tried sports commentating, even coaching in the major leagues. Nothing stuck. I was sure that the Ice Hawks would be just another novelty on my list of odd hockey jobs. But now I was starting to think that maybe I could build a life for myself here after all. Hope and Jamie certainly had. They’d built a life that I was starting to realize I wanted to be a part of. Which surprised the hell out of me. Until I met Hope, I was sure that I was meant to be alone. That I just wasn’t cut out for love, or maybe love wasn’t even real, just some fairytale or shared delusion.
Now I didn’t know what the hell to think, but I knew one thing for sure. Love was real. It was the realest fucking thing in the world. All those songs were telling the truth, and every last one of them could have been written about Hope. She was Layla, Angie, even Jolene.
She made a sleepy little noise and shifted against me, and a surge of blood went to my cock. I was already ready for another round with her. We were both naked, my come leaking down her thigh. I reached between her legs and felt the wetness, easily pushing a finger inside of her.
It was a strange thing. I never thought I’d be jealous of my own finger. But here we were.
I pulled my hand out from between her thighs and aimed my cock at her tight little pussy. I was a man possessed, high on Hope.
I nudged the head against her warm lips, and it was like her body was sucking mine inside.
I rocked my hips forward and dipped the tip of my cock between her thighs. With another nudge, it popped inside her. She was so fucking wet, already so full of my come. I actually went cross-eyed from pleasure as I sank into her.
A little gasp told me she was awake. I pressed my lips to her ear as I notched out and then plunged back in.
“I’m sorry to wake you, princess,” I murmured, nearly going insane from the sensation of her contracting around my throbbing cock. “I couldn’t wait another second to be back inside you.”
Hope whimpered and arched her back, pushing her ass against my stomach and taking me to the hilt. I moaned, shoving her forward and dragging her back again, again. We were still spooning, her body still curled into the curve of mine, but now I was sheathed deep inside her. I wrapped my arms around her, palming her tits with one hand while I searched for her clit with the other.
She let out a little scream when my fingertips found her pearl and applied the exact right amount of pressure, giving her what I’d learned she liked.
“That’s my good girl,” I said, rubbing her clit roughly. I let go of her nipple with my other hand and grabbed her throat instead. I squeezed the sides of her neck, and I felt her pussy clench around my cock in response. “You’re going to take every.” I bottomed out. “Last.” Pulled back and then slammed forward again. “Inch.”
She was slack against me, letting out little hiccuping sobs of pleasure. I tightened my grip on her throat until she was silent, barely even breathing. I used my grip on her neck to push her down onto my cock again, again, harder every time.
“Tell me you’re my slut,” I demanded through gritted teeth as I pumped into her.
“I’m your slut,” she gasped obediently. I could feel the vibration of her words against my palm, but they barely made it past her lips. I released her throat and shoved my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, closing them into a fist and jerking her head back so she was looking at me upside down.
“Eyes on me, princess,” I bit out. Her pupils blew wide, and then I watched them cloud over. She was close. I increased the pressure on her clit, rubbing in small, fast circles, spearing my hard cock into her pussy and rocking it back and forth against her G-spot.
She opened her mouth and hoarse groans escaped from her lips.
“Fuck, yes,” I said, rocking back and then slamming forward. “That’s it. I want you to come all over my cock, Hope.” I increased my pace on her clit and slammed forward again. “Right.” Again. “Now.”
She cried out, a whine that twisted into a scream as I fucked her through the climax, never letting up, thrust after balls-deep thrust into her sweet pussy. My sweet pussy.
Mine.
I shuddered and moaned but I never broke eye contact with her as my own orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave.
60.
Jamie
