“We could have worked something out! It didn’t have to end. There were a million other options, and you chose the wrong one, Jamie. How could you stand here and tell me that you thought about me when you never even tried to reach out. And then you come here, and you make me fall in love with you all over again, for what? Just so you can break my heart again? Jesus, Jamie. Was it not enough the first time?”
I hadn’t realized I’d started to cry until I taste the tears on my lips. I don’t have time for this. I cannot be thinking about this right now when the event starts in a few hours and there’s so much that needs to be done.
Jamie’s face goes from frustrated to bewildered, stepping closer until there’s no room between us and I can feel the heat of his body pressing into mine. I should push him away, tell him to leave me the hell alone, but I don’t. Instead, I stand there against him, my breathing unsteady and my heart racing.
His eyes move rapidly over my face, as if he’s trying to memorize every pore, every freckle, every detail.
“You love me?” he asks.
“Seriously? That’s what you—”
“I love you, too,” he rushes out. I swear my heart stops. My breath catches, and time freezes. He walks us backward until I hit the boards. “I’m in love with you, Ellie. I may have lost my way, and I know I don’t deserve you. But I fucking love you, and I told you I’d never let you go again.”
The tears flow faster, Jamie’s confession pulling them out of me. We stand there for what feels likehours as my mind reels and all rational thoughts leave my body.
His hands fly to my face, his thumb gently brushing a tear away. He lets out a breath, as if he’s contemplating something.
“Fuck it,” he mutters, and then kisses me so hard I think I might bruise.
Lifting me up in one swift motion, I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms wrapping around his neck, the coffee cup falling onto the ice. I guess we’ll worry about that later.
Jamie begins to move, but I’m too busy kissing him to pay attention to where he’s bringing me. When my back hits the cold ground, I open my eyes and realize we’re hiding in the teams’ bench area. I should be grossed out by lying on the filthy ground, but right now I’m too distracted to care.
Jamie hovers over me, his lips finding mine again, his hands tangling in my hair. The feel of him is exactly what I need. The slight pressure his body applies to mine is electrifying. There’s so much need, so much desperation in his kiss, as if he’s trying to prove to me that he’s serious.
What am I doing? We’re in the arena. Anyone could walk in. How in the hell does he keep getting me into these situations? And why do I kind of love it?
Chapter 38
Jamie
E
llie Monroe loves me.
She fucking loves me. She loves me despite everything I’ve done to make her hate me. She loves me even though I don’t deserve it.
I was shocked when she said it. At first, I didn’t think I heard her right. Surely, she couldn’t love me. Not me. Not the guy who broke her heart. But I did hear her correctly, and she did tell me she loved me. I wasn’t lying when I’d told her I’d never be without her again.
She’s coming with me back to Rhode Island, back home. She just doesn’t know it yet. But I don’t want to think about all that right now. Not when she’s lying underneath me, kissing me like she’s starving.
We probably shouldn’t be doing this here, but what’s life without living on the edge every once in awhile? I let out a groan as her tongue slides against mine. I can feel the same desperation I feel in every movement. My dick throbs in my jeans, begging for release. Ellie’s hand moves from underneath me, finding my hard cock and rubbing me up and down.
Don’t cum in your pants, Jamie. Please don’t cum in your pants.
A jolt of pleasure rushes through my body, and I bite her lip, causing her to moan.
“Fuck, Ellie.”
“Is this okay? Do you like it?”she asks, her voice shaky.
“I like everything you do, Sweetheart,” I tell her truthfully. Of course I fucking like it.
Ellie moans again when I settle between her thighs, the hard evidence of my arousal pressing against her core. She arches up instinctively.
I kiss and nip down her neck, wishing more than anything that she wasn’t wearing several layers right now.
“I need you,”I mutter against her throat, kissing the rapid pulse point I find there. “Can I have you?”
