Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 124494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
I pull my hips back. “Anything for you, wife.”
Her breath leaves her on a high-pitched gasp as I fill her in one rough stroke.
Lexi grips my forearms, eyes hot with desire. “Please, more.”
I ease out and snap forward.
Her head falls back on a low moan. “Thank you.”
All the softness fades, and we come together like a storm, desperate to claim each other. I can’t get enough of her deep moans, her high-pitched cries, and the sound of my name tumbling from her lips—or the way her pussy grips me like a fist when she comes.
This is the first night of our forever, and I never want it to end. I slow my strokes, fighting to stay in control, to postpone the inevitable. “You’re mine,” I growl against her lips. “To love.” I grind my hips against hers. “To cherish.” I suck her bottom lip. “To worship.” I pull my hips back. “To fuck.” And slam back in.
“Always yours,” she groans.
Her body quakes with the force of her orgasm. And I fall too. Into bliss. Into her. We stay wrapped in each other, bodies twined, my lips pressed against her temple.
I want to stay here, in this perfect place where reality can’t touch us. Where there are no consequences for falling in love with the right person at the wrong time.
CHAPTER 38
LEXI
Iwake up to breakfast in bed, served by my husband. He’s dressed in nothing but blue boxer briefs with the team logo stamped on the peen pouch.
“Morning, angel.”
I grin. “I could get used to this.”
“Good. Because it’s going to happen often—although likely minus me in only boxer shorts when the girls are here.”
I pull myself into a sitting position so Roman can set the tray over my lap. “We have a lot to figure out, don’t we?”
“We do,” he agrees, climbing into bed beside me. “Optics wise, it’s probably best for you and your sisters to move in as soon as possible. But I also understand they may need time to adjust.” He sips his coffee. “So maybe we can start by inviting them over so they can get comfortable, and we’ll go from there.”
“That sounds good. To be honest, I think Callie will want to move in right away, but Fee might take more time to warm up.”
“That’s understandable. Asking her to move again so soon is more change on top of change, so we can go at her pace,” Roman says.
Emotion clogs my throat. I know in my heart I've made the right decision for me, but I want it to be the right decision for all of us. And here’s my husband, showing me once again, that he’ll stand by me. “You are beyond remarkable.”
He settles a finger under my chin and brushes his lips over mine. “I know you’re used to handling things on your own, Lexi, but we’re partners. So we do this together, okay?”
“I’m not accustomed to relying on other people, but I’m learning how. There’s just so much going on—personally, professionally.” My stomach flips. “I should check my phone.” I turned off my alerts yesterday afternoon so it wouldn’t be a distraction and forgot to turn them back on last night, for obvious reasons.
“Have something to eat first.” His expression and tone set me on edge.
I sit up straighter. “Did something happen?”
“Vander Zee and Fielding asked to see me this morning. Privately. I assume they’ll ask the same of you.”
“I really should check my messages.” I start to move the lap tray, but Roman holds up a hand.
“Have some toast. I’ll get your phone for you.” He kisses me on the cheek and disappears down the hall.
My appetite has disappeared, but I take a bite of toast, aware that going in with an empty stomach won’t help. I’ve eaten half a slice when Roman reappears with my clutch. As expected, I have an email from Vander Zee and Fielding citing a meeting this morning.
“We’ll do this together, Lexi. They won’t divide and conquer.” His conviction grounds me.
“We present a united front. There’s no more hiding. We tell them the truth and own the choice. They can disapprove, but we’re legally married, and they can’t take that away from us.” I worry my bottom lip. This morning won’t be easy.
He takes my hand. “You freaking out?”
“A little, yeah,” I say honestly.
“Do you regret marrying me?” he asks gently.
“No. Of course not. This won’t be a comfortable conversation, and I’m at peace with that and my decisions.” Regardless of how this impacts my career moving forward, he’s what matters most. “But my biggest worry is how it will affect you, and the rest of the team, and what it could mean for the end of your final season. I don’t want your legacy in the hockey world to be overshadowed by this.”
“My hockey legacy has nothing on marrying the love of my life. As for the team, they’re my family, and they might have some feelings about this, but we back each other up.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “We should get ready so we can deal with this.”