“Now, no more talking.”
His voice deepens to that dominating tone, setting off butterflies in my stomach.
“Rule one.” His free hand slides up my thigh and under the hem of my sleep shorts. “You don’t make decisions affecting your safety without consulting me. I don’t care if I’m busy. I don’t care if the arena is on fire. If something happens, I wanna be the first to find out.”
Happily willing to play his game, I draw my tongue over the pad of his thumb and nod.
“Rule two.” He traces the edge of my panties. “I need to know your whereabouts at all times. You don’t leave this loft without my knowledge, not even to go downstairs. Understood?”
I agree, but I can’t help but wonder what he’ll do if I disobey. Give me another spanking? Torture me with rough sex?
“Rule three.” He slips under the gusset of my lace thong, teases my slit, and slides two fingers inside me. “You don’t go anywhere unless Reece and the twins are with you.”
I whimper my answer and rock my hips. He curls his fingers, hitting that perfect spot, and circles my clit with his thumb.My thighs twitch as heat pools low in my belly, and I feel myself grow wetter.
“Rule four. You forget about the case and LA. You focus on caring for yourself and the baby. You’re mine. I take care of what’s mine. If you and my son aren’t spoiled, I’m doing something wrong.”
He quickens his pace. The sound of him working my sex is obscene. I must be soaking his hand, but in this moment, I can’t muster an ounce of embarrassment. Pleasure overrides all else. I flex my hips and bite down on his thumb.
“One more rule, and then you can come.” His heated gaze burns into mine. “At first, I’ll be at the arena a lot. When I need you, you drop everything to see me, and when you need me, I’ll do the same. When possible, you travel with me. Understood?”
I nod. I’d do it anyway.
“Good girl.” He withdraws his fingers and his thumb. “Lie back for me.”
I don’t hesitate, wanting nothing more than his reward. He grabs the waistband of my shorts and underwear and tears them off. The cool air hits my bare, slick core, and I shiver.
He leans forward and kisses my inner knee. “Wider. Let me see what’s mine.”
I part my legs, my heels on the edge of the surface.
He pushes two fingers inside me, watching as he slides them in and out. “I’m so tempted to fuck you, but I want to taste this pretty pussy. It’s been too long.”
He grips my thighs, spreads me open, and devours me, sucking and licking. He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, and my hips buck. His beard scratches my sensitive skin, adding another layer of friction, and I thread my fingers through his hair to hold him in place.
“Ethan.” My moan echoes off the studio walls. “Please. I’m so close.”
He glances up, lips glistening, his gray eyes dark with desire. “Quiet. I don’t want to share you right now. If Jax hears that siren call, he’ll be kicking the door in.”
He dips his head and sucks my clit between his teeth, and my back arches. He curls his fingers, and stars explode behind my eyelids. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stifle my cries. My body tenses, waves of pleasure crashing through me. I gasp for air, the climax ripping through me with such force, my shoulders rack with shudders.
He doesn’t let up. He sucks and licks and fingerfucks me, prolonging my orgasm until I’m boneless and begging him to stop.
“That’s my good girl.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving mine. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
Epilogue
Jackson
Iwork harder, play faster. I don’t allow myself to feel disappointment. Not about saying goodbye to my teammates and friends. Not about leaving the sun and the ocean. I don’t even give Carmichael shit when he’s a grumbling dick—because Ethan sacrificed his dreams for our family.
They retired his jersey—number forty-nine—at the arena with a packed house and a cheering crowd. I broke down, collapsing to one knee on the ice and bawling my eyes out, thinking about all he gave up. For me. For us. He will forever be the greatest man I know, and I’ll do anything to make him proud.
It’s been almost two months since I joined the Stars, and we’ve only lost one game. We clinched a playoff spot. I doubt a win is in the cards this season, but I’ll make it happen in the coming years. Someday, Ethan and I will hold that trophy up together.
Reece, Lucas, and the twins continue to investigate my father’s circle of sick fucks. I liquidated all of Kyle’s investments and gave the money to a secret shelter for trafficking victims, a place the Viking was familiar with.
Our life is beautiful, more than I ever imagined. I’m home more, travel less. I hold Ethan’s hand as we stroll down the sidewalk and pop into his office whenever I wish. No shame. No panic...except for now, when Dr. Hill says, “Looks like we’re having a baby today!”
