Page 62 of Love on the Ice

And I do.

I give him everything.

And then I take it all from him, too, his cock twitching inside of me as he empties himself deep into my body. I accept and welcome every single ounce, wondering how I was ever with him any other way aside from this way, having all of him. With his release filling me, the power I feel as he consumes me. It’s almost too much—but it’s also just the right amount.

REID

Lorelai collapses against my chest, nuzzling my throat as she attempts to catch her breath. Wrapping my arms around her body, I hold her close as I breathe heavily as well. I close my eyes and just feel her pussy still hugging my dick as I let out a sigh.

So fucking good.

“Love you, Lorelai. I don’t know how I found you, but I am never letting you go.”

“I hope you don’t, Reid. I’m holding you to it.”

Laughing softly, I grunt when I slip from inside of her. Lorelai lifts her head, her eyes finding mine. “I miss you already,” she whispers, and if that doesn’t slam into my heart, I don’t know what ever could.

Shifting one of my hands between us, I glide it through her center, feeling my sticky cum mixed with hers. I slip my fingers deep inside of her and watch as her eyes widen.

“Baby, if I could live inside of you, I fucking would. All of you, inside out, is amazing, but this part of you that you share with me, it’s gorgeous.”

Tears well in her eyes, then they slowly roll down her cheeks. “This is supposed to be sexy, not make me cry,” she breathes with a hiccup at the end.

I lean forward and touch my lips to each of her cheeks, kissing the falling tears before I lean back and my gaze finds her again.

“Everything you say and do is sexy, Lorelai. I love you, baby. I had no idea a few weeks ago, when I bought a house with my teammates, that I would find what I wasn’t even looking for. But there you were, standing at the window, and I knew. I just fucking knew that you would change my life completely.”

Lifting her hands, she cups my cheeks as she shifts toward me and touches her lips to mine. Her hips move, riding my fingers that are still between her legs. I know she’s probably sore, but fuck me if I don’t want to make her come again.

So I do, this time with my fingers.

We profess our love for one another one more time. Then we go for breakfast.

This relationship is nothing I expected, but it’s exactly what I want.

I love this woman, every single inch of her.

Epilogue

REID

SIX MONTHS LATER

Closing the lid to the box, I shove it into my pocket, then reach for the handle of my bedroom door. It’s Lorelai’s graduation day. She doesn’t want anyone to make a big deal about it, but that’s not my style. Lorelai deserves every single ounce of recognition that is out there. She’s worked hard, she’s gone through a hell of a lot, and she’s coming out the other side of it.

Tugging the door open, I make my way downstairs, but none of my housemates are there. I know where they are, though. They’re across the street, so that’s where I go in search of them. I haven’t helped them decorate today because it was my job to get Lorelai out of the house and to the spa.

I smirk to myself. She did not want to be at the spa all day. She thought it was frivolous and silly. But I insisted on my graduation gift to her, knowing she could not turn me down. There’s no ceremony tonight. Her certificate is a piece of paper that will arrive in the mail, but that doesn’t stop us from throwing her a party.

She deserves it.

Lorelai deserves everything.

Walking into the house, I knock on the doorjamb as I make my way into the foyer. My roommates are in the backyard. I can see them through the large living room windows. They’re opening up tables and moving chairs from one side of the yard to be placed around the tables.

We’re doing a lot for this party, but it’s not going to be massive. My parents are coming into town, but that is the extent of outside guests, aside from the girls and guys bringing dates. There will be food and drinks, cake, of course, and then there will also be champagne later—hopefully.

Sky is on the floor in the middle of the living room. She lifts her head, her eyes find mine, and her lips curve up into a smile. “What the hell are you doing?” I ask.

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