Page 108 of Golden Goal

It used to bug me when Kat left all of her makeup, or her face shit, out everywhere. But I like seeing Becca’s stuff in my space. Granted, she only has a few items compared to Kat’s twenty, but even if Becca had fifty products, I don’t think it would bother me. I guess that’s what happens when you love someone, eh?

Love someone?

I stare at myself in the mirror.

I don’t know when I fell in love with her but I did.

I think back to Wes’s words. I am never going to hear the end of it. But I realize I don’t care. Because I’m in love. With Becca.

I never thought I’d be here after everything with Kat. Hell, I’d sworn off relationships and love after her, and now look at me.

Maybe people will think it’s too soon to feel this way. But I don’t give a damn. I deserve to be happy. We both do. She makes me happy and I’m pretty sure she feels the same way.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I brush my teeth quickly and splash my face with water before shutting off the light, and opening the door.

My breath hitches in my throat when I walk back into my bedroom and see her sprawled out on my bed, naked.

“Sweetheart.” I run a hand down my face, my cock hardening as I step closer to get a better view. “I need to tell you something.”

Her expression shifts to confusion, and she sits up, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. “What is it?”

I step between her legs and nearly bend in half to kiss her. This kiss differs from others we’ve shared. It’s slow and more intimate. I don’t miss the way she sucks in a breath when I pull back.

“I love you,” I tell her, holding her gaze. “I don’t care if it’s crazy to say it so soon. If you’re not there yet, that’s fine . . .”

She reaches up and cups my chin. “I love you too.”

I swear my heart skips a beat at those four little words. The best words I’ve heard in a long time. Maybe one day they’ll be replaced by ‘I now pronounce you husband and wife’ as my favorite words, but one thing at a time.

“I love Hazel, too. I want to be in your lives as long as you’ll have me,” she continues.

“Fuck yes.”

She giggles. “Should we continue with what you and I both know was going to happen when you came out of the bathroom?”

“Yes, please.” I take a step back.

She lies back down on her pillow, tucking her hands under her head. “Thought you might enjoy the view.”

“I do, but I have a better idea of what else I might enjoy. What we both will enjoy. ” I wink at her before grabbing her ankles, tugging her toward the end of the bed. She lets out a small shriek. “Can you keep quiet for me?”

I swipe a finger through her already wet center and bring it up to my lips, groaning as the taste of her hits my tongue. My cock gets even harder and I will it to calm down.

“Yeah,” she pants.

Dropping to my knees at the foot of the bed I get a beter view of her pussy, and fuck, it’s beautiful. I’m sure it tastes even better.

I lean forward and swipe my tongue through her slit, groaning at her taste. I lick her like a man starved, and maybe I am. I was never an oral guy. I’d do it if the woman I was with wanted it, but it wasn’t anything I craved. Until now. Because this is heaven.

Becca sinks her hands into my hair as if to hold me in place, and I peer up at her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she moans when I suck on her clit. Pulling back, I slide a finger inside of her, and she lets out a strangled sound. I lift my head enough so I can meet her eyes, bouncing my eyebrows in what I hope is a reminder to stay quiet. She clamps a hand over her mouth.

“Good girl,” I praise.

Sliding a second finger inside of her, I begin to fuck her with my fingers. Her hips start to move, and I use my free hand to pin her in place.

“Holt, please. More.” Her voice is raspy, breathless.

Fuck, I love the way she says my name.