His body goes rigid, his hips jerking forward. “Fuck, Harley.” With a roar, he empties himself inside my pussy, his cum filling me up. His hands grip my waist like a vice as he keeps fucking his cum into me.
There are no words to describe how hot this is.
He collapses against my back, his breath labored against my ear, and wraps me in his embrace.
After a few long beats, he undoes my restraints.
He grabs one arm and massages my wrist. The other wrist receives the same treatment.
My eyes bore into his. A million thoughts clamor in my head and they’re all competing to come out first.I love you so fucking much.“Thank you, for hauling my ass back to your place.”
He brushes a strand of hair away from my face and offers a warm smile. “You’re perfect, Harley.”
“I’m not?—”
He places two fingers against my lips. “You’re perfectfor me.”
It’s a struggle to accept his praise. “You’re pretty perfect yourself, big guy.”
“Glad you feel that way, Goldilocks, because I have no intention of ever letting you go.” He tips my head up and captures my lips in a searing kiss.
I’ve never been this happy orcontent in my life.
Hockey legend Kazimir Lindström and Harley Lancaster were spotted strolling hand in hand and canoodling in Central Park, on a school day. Just in case that searing kiss and thatStars on Iceperformance weren’t confirmation, it seems they’re officially a couple. Judging from the sparks flying, these two were made for each other.
And because of that, I’m signing off to the melodic tune ofMy Heart Will Go On. Don’t ever let go, Harley.
#JustSpottedNYC #SpillingTheTea
Chapter 56
No way am I ever letting go
Harley
Fifteen months later
The crowd goes ballistic.
I jump to my feet and clap.
Kaz and the rest of the Enforcers go into the two-minute power play like warriors. My eyes roam to the penalty box where the opposing team. The Troopers, all retired New York Supersonics players, are having way too much fun.
My gaze shifts to the packed arena of fans and I can’t help my smile. From the moment the referee dropped the puck at the beginning of the game, until now, the support of all of these people who came out today for the annual Way Home charity game has been unwavering. The energy is enough to light up all of Vegas.
I sit my excited ass back down.
I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help peer over my shoulder on the other side of the aisle where threepersonas non gratasit a few rows up.
Chett and Oskar are engaged in a conversation.
Devlyn narrows a challenging gaze at me.
I give her my best resting bitch face.
She lifts her chin.
Whatever.
