She does, and I can see her pupils dilate as I guide her down onto my cock. She takes me slowly, inch by inch, her mouth falling open and her breathing getting heavier as she stretches around me.
“So big,” she breathes, her hands coming up to grip my forearms for balance. “God, you fill me up so much.”
“That’s right. Take all of me.” I grip her hips tighter, helping her move, lifting her up and bringing her back down. “I want you to remember this feeling all day. Want you to remember who you belong to.”
She starts to ride me, slow at first, finding her rhythm, then faster. Her head tips back slightly, but I tap her jaw to remind her.
“Eyes on the mirror, Hurricane. Watch yourself take my cock.”
She does, and I can see the flush spreading down her chest as she watches our reflection. I reach around to find her clit, circling it with my fingers, adding pressure every time she sinks down on me.
“You’re mine, Heather. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. “Only yours.”
“That’s my girl. Now come for me. Let me feel you.”
I pinch her clit lightly, rolling it between my fingers, and she shatters. Her whole body goes taut, her back arching as she cries out, and her pussy clamps down on me so hard I can barely move. The rhythmic pulsing of her inner walls pushes me right to the edge, and I manage to thrust up into her a few more times before I follow her over.
I pull her tight against me, wrapping my arms around her waist and keeping my cock buried as deep as it will go as I fill her with my cum. We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
When I finally lift her off me, I quickly push two fingers inside her, feeling the warm slickness of my cum already starting to leak out. I push it back in, deeper, making sure it stays where I want it.
“Keep it in there,” I murmur, slowly pumping my fingers to push the cum deeper. “Don’t waste any of it.”
She clenches around my fingers, doing exactly what I told her to, and I watch her face in the mirror as she concentrates on keeping my cum inside her.
“Good girl.” I withdraw my fingers slowly and kiss her shoulder, then her neck. “Remember, no matter what happens in that courtroom today, you’re not alone. You’ll have me with you.Always.”
Chapter 45
Heather
After pressing another warm kiss to my neck, just below my ear, Grant scoops me into his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He’s so careful and gentle with me as he cleans me up that it’s hard to wrap my head around how he can also be so fiercely protective and possessive. Or how these hands can also feel so amazingly firm when he spanks me and makes me come.
Finally clean and refreshed and looking as presentable as possible, I put on the navy dress he helped me pick out. The one that is conservative and classy and says I’m the kind of mother who has her life together and her shit figured out.
If only I could manage to feel that way on the inside for more than a few days at a time between crises. But I’m not above faking it until I make it—especially today.
Grant appears behind me as I’m adjusting my necklace in the mirror, and I can tell by his expression in the reflection that he’s about to say something serious.
“You look beautiful.” He nuzzles his face into my hair for a moment before pulling back. “And I have something for you.”
I turn to face him. “Thank you, but you don’t have to give me anything today. Just having you by my side through all of this has been more than I deserve.”
“You deserve all the good things, and today is just the beginning of that journey. But this is something small. Nothing crazy, I promise.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something I can’t see, then holds it out to me in his palm.
It’s a tiny elephant figurine, no bigger than my thumb. The paint is worn in places, and one of the ears looks like it’s been re-glued at some point. It’s clearly been well-loved and well-used.
“Sorry it’s a little beat up. It normally lives in my gear bag.” He watches me examine it. “I’ve kept it with me for every game since that away trip a few weeks ago. Every practice. Every time I step on the ice.”
My throat tightens. “Grant, I can’t take this. This is your good luck charm.”
“I want you to have it today.” He closes my fingers around the little elephant. “Not for luck. Just the reminder that I’ll always be right here with you. I won’t ever run away from the hard times, and I’ll always help celebrate the good times.”
I stare down at the small figure in my hand, overwhelmed by the gesture. “I don’t know what to say.”
