Page 195 of Secret Obsession
I narrow my eyes. “Like what.”
“Like the fact that I fell in love with you ages ago.” He rolls his eyes. “We talked about this. I told you I fell in love—”
Shock flickers through me.
“You didn’t say withme.” I gape at him. I should’ve known this. I should’ve realized, right? I stop and focus on his expression. “I thought you were unavailable.Unattainable. Already in love with another girl—”
“You,” he interrupts.
I scoff. And then I’m hurt.
And then… mortified.
“It’s okay,” he says, his arms cinching tighter around me. “I’ve got you now, and I’m never letting go. All right?”
I nod.
He flips us suddenly, my back hitting the mattress, all without him losing his throbbing erection inside me. He leans up and hooks one of my legs by the back of my knee, slinging it over his shoulder.
“Now I’m going to fuck the love of my life,” he murmurs. “And I’m going to come inside you. Maybe twice. Just because. And you’re going to match me, orgasm for orgasm.”
“Don’t wear yourself out before the game,” I reply, trying not to squirm.
His expression turns cocky.
And damn, that’s hot.
His fingers land on my clit, and he makes good on his promise.
Once.
Twice.
Gone.
63
MILES
During warm-ups, I spot Willow sitting in the seats I had reserved for her and her family. She’s right in the corner by my goal, so I’ll be able to see her for two periods. It may or may not be a mistake to have her in my line of sight, but I’d like to think it’s less of a worry than not being able to see her.
Greyson and Steele both had bad things happen when their girls didn’t show up for games. Away games, nonetheless. I’m just glad we’ve avoided any such drama, and we’re well on our way to recovery.
Willow’s forehead is still healing, although the stitches came out just fine. It’s fading into a pink, slightly puckered scar that the doctors say will smooth out in no time. Not that I give a shit, but I catch her examining it in the mirror sometimes.
My gaze ticks over from her to the younger girl, a carbon copy of Willow, sitting beside her. She grins and waves at me, although Willow grabs her hands and pushes them down almost immediately.
Next over are who I can only assume are Willow’s parents. They look… stiff. Maybe uncomfortable? Willow’s mom’s hair is obscured by a navy CPU cap, matching her husband’s. He slides his glasses farther up his nose and frowns at something his wife says.
On Willow’s other side is Violet, but her attention is on the sister. Following whatever she’s saying.
“Whiteshaw,” Steele barks. “Focus.” He taps my leg with his stick as he skates past.
I grimace and head toward the benches and the top of our zone, where I can drop to the ice and stretch. My padding feels heavier today, with more eyes on me than ever.
Willow is graduating this year.
I’ve been staving off signing with a team, against my better judgment, because my parents wanted me to graduate with a degree.
