“Engagement sex is the best.” I groaned, struggling to maintain my rhythm as Vivian convulsed on my dick.
Her soft noises of need nearly sent me over the edge, but I refused. Vivian was going to come at least once—twice, if I could stand it—before I did. I wanted this joining to be the best of her life.
We were free from the past. We were ready to start our lives. This was a celebration to commemorate all of that.
We both breathed hard and Vivian’s body quivered when I finally released deep inside her.
“That was…” I brought my shaking arm to cover my eyes.
“Intense,” Vivian panted. “So freaking intense.”
“Never thought sex might kill me, but I was pretty sure my heart was going to burst.”
Vivian rolled atop me, clutching my shoulders. “Don’t leave me, Lennon. I can’t—don’t joke about that.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and murmured my love, my devotion, my plans to be around forever into her sweat-soaked hair.
Chapter 32
Chapter
Vivian
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We returned to Houston still endorphin drunk—maybe pheromone drunk, too. The initial giddiness of our first weekend together was back—and it was all-consuming. I couldn’t get enough of Lennon, and based on his need to be near me, text me when we were apart, and kiss me senseless the moment he walked into the room, I knew he felt the same.
The next night, Lola and I drove to the arena to watch the Wildcatters play hockey.
“That expression looks good on you,” Hana said when she saw me. When she glanced down, her eyes and smile widened. “So does that ring.”
I sucked my lips into my mouth as I raised my hand to the rush of voices surrounding us. Because we were in the stands, just behind the team, the players turned, too. When Lennon saw all the CATS surrounding me, Ida Jane jumping up and down and Naomi doing a dance, he smiled and winked.
“Lemme see,” Keelie said, elbowing her way through the other women. She cooed over my ring. “So…loving a hockey player isn’t so bad, huh?”
I thought back to Lennon’s proposal and what had come the night before, and I shivered.
“Girl’s thinking about something smexy,” Naomi crowed.
My cheeks warmed, and I couldn’t meet Lola’s laughing gaze. “I’m really happy.”
Hana hugged me so hard, my ribs creaked. “You got your HEA, Viv.”
I hugged her back. “Well, we’re working on it.”
“I hope so,” Naomi said, waggling her brows.
Ida Jane shushed her. “We’ll talk more about that later.” She motioned to the fans around us who were avidly leaning closer.
Naomi pursed her lips. “Good call.” She met my gaze. “Later.”
We settled into our seats—I had my very own now, a row behind Lola’s next to Hana. The game started with ice flying and bodies slamming into the walls.
“Oof, this is going to be fast and hard.” Hana gave me a sidelong look. “One of my favorites.”
“Stop,” I said, giggling.
“Until later,” Hana said.
