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“Well, I’ve imagined fucking a pretty girl while holding the Stanley Cup since I was twelve. Let me have my moment.” I smile and lean back to give a better show of my piercings as I slide up and down his length. “Fuuuuck. Just like that...”
He runs his free hand over them and plucks them with enough pressure to make a chill run up my spine. His handskates from my breasts up to my throat, and I lean into his palm as I grind harder.God, you can take me whenever. I’ve served my purpose for you, Lord.
He pinches and growls the dirtiest things while I work my way to my orgasm. Kneeling above him, he pulls out, sliding his ladder up and down my clit, bringing me right to the edge.
“Come with me,” I rasp.
He thrusts again, and I detonate, pulsing around him as he spills inside me. He smirks as we finish together—still, with his hand on the Stanley Cup. I roll my eyes and laugh as we collapse into a heap under the covers.
“Congratulations on not letting go the whole time.” I heave breaths as he dots kisses across the top of my back.
“It was really hard at the end there, I wanted to tear into that tight pussy.”
He brings both arms around me in a bear hug before slipping out of bed. The sound of our oversized soaking tub filling up makes me grin. I doze in and out of consciousness, blissfully relaxed.
Minutes later, he gathers me up and carries me to the en suite bathroom. The scent of sandalwood and eucalyptus surrounds me, giving our already luxurious bathroom a spa-like ambiance. He’s set out sea sponges and bath oils and has even lit a few candles. It’s romantic. I’m surprised he didn’t bringSir Stanley.
He perches me on the edge of the tub, with my feet submerged as I acclimate to the temperature. Cam sinks into the water first and brackets my waist with his large hands, dragging me into the bath. Tattooed arms cross over my front as he hugs my body close to his chest. My eyelids become heavy as I’m cradled in the warm water, and I sigh, totally at peace.
One of the candles crackles with a wooden wick. He dips a sponge in the water and wrings it out over my bare shoulders while his lips trail up and down my neck. His touch traces the tattoo on my thigh that matches the one on his chest, and I thread my fingers with his.
“I want to give you something.”
My relaxed smile tips up. “Another orgasm?”
“No.”
He reaches behind a stack of towels and produces a box.A ring box.With an arm on each side of me, he holds the small lush case in front of me, turning it in his hands. My breath catches in my throat. I’m too stunned to speak.
“I never thought I’d ask a woman to marry me. I never imagined I’d find someone who could make me feel something beyond physical attraction. I thought that being in love would feel like infatuation. Those heart-pumping, brain-scrambling, intense feelings of need. All the time. But it’s the opposite. Love is calm—it’s tranquil. It’s a feeling of mutual connectedness whether I’m thousands of miles away or in the same room. It’s companionship and friendship and understanding.”
It’s as if he pulled the thoughts from my own head. Camden’s love is comfort and warmth and joy. And steadfast, despite our proximity or the situation we’re in. He opens the box, and my jaw drops, instantly my palm finds my chest. I’m in awe. The diamond fire sparkles in the candlelight. It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. Absolutely breathtaking. It’s simple, elegant, andexactlymy style.
“Marry me, Jordan. Let me love you more every day.”
The memory of Cam and I meeting in the coffee shop plays in my head when he took off the old one. Little did I know that our meeting that day would lead to him sliding on his own. The previous ring felt like a collar, but this feelslike a promise. And that’s the best thing about Cam. He encourages me to live my life however I want. I want to live it with him.
I bite my lip and spin in his arms.
“Yes.”
His eyes sparkle almost as much as the ring that he places on my finger, which fits perfectly. He cups my chin and leans forward, parting my lips and sweeping his tongue over mine with a smile. I grip his shoulders, and he drags me into his lap, letting me straddle his thighs.
“I can’t wait to make you my wife.”
I will love this man forever.
EPILOGUE
DECEMBER
The fresh snowfall last night makes everything look like a winter wonderland. Pockets of blue sky cut through the overcast clouds. It’s chilly, but I’ve always welcomed the cold.
I peek out our bedroom window and see the cleared area on the ice. The lake isn’t completely frozen over yet, but it’s rock solid along the shore. Snow has been shoveled and packed down to form a walkway, which creates a semicircle at the end, there’s only enough room for our immediate families—plus the Lakes team and their wives. I smile as my mom attaches my veil.
“Your father and I are so impressed by you and who you’ve become. We’re glad you found Camden.”
“That means a lot, Mom. Thank you.” Over the last month, I have dedicated most of my time at Safehouse. I even spearheaded a new off-the-record project on the side—which involves walking someveryfine lines with Seven—to assist the most severe domestic abuse cases. I’ve disclosed thestory of Bryan to my family—minus the Bluetower details. Though, after seeing the pride in my dad’s eyes, I suspect he already knew I was involved in his demise. Bryan is in prison, and he’s probably safest there, considering the hundreds of investors who want his head on a platter. I stole his freedom, and I’m not giving it back.
