Page 142 of Waiting For Fate

“You’re my best friend too, Dove.” I smile when he pulls our hands to his lips, placing a kiss in the same spot he always does. “Which is why I can’t wait a second longer to tell you this. Especially with the insane week we have ahead of us with the parade and what not.” My heart skips and the smallest hint of anxiety settles in the pit of my stomach.

“Okay…” I brace myself for whatever it may be, and even though my mind wants to go to the worst-case scenario, I truly have no idea what could be coming out of his mouth next.

“You remember the night we went to Taylor’s house for Shane’s birthday?”

“Yes?”

“After talking to Tank, it just made me realize that the work he is doing at The Veterans Center is so underappreciated and majorly underfunded. So, I talked to my accountant, and I donated four-million-dollars to the center.” My eyes practically bug out of my head.

“Four-million-dollars? Sawyer that’s…that’s amazing.” I can barely contain my joy knowing how much that money is going to help up there.

“That’s not all.”

“Oh, okay. What else?”

What else could there possibly be?

“I’m going to volunteer there during off seasons whenever I can. At the beginning of the season, I thought it might be my last, that I would finally hang up my skates. My heart just wasn’t in it anymore, but I realize now that’s because I was on a more important mission to make you mine. Ever since we’ve been together and you’ve been at my games, it put that fire back in me that I’d been missing for a lot longer than I even realized. But I still feel like I could do more to help out there when I’m not on the ice, you know?”

Sawyer Clark. Hockey god. Future husband. Man of endless surprises.

My mouth pops open but I don’t think I have any words left.

“Say something,” he encourages.

“I’m trying. My brain is out of words.” He laughs and it helps break me out of my buffering phase.

“I just wasn’t sure how you would feel about it since it will be my first off season since we got together, and we’re engaged now and you’re out of school for the summer. I just don’t want you feeling like we won’t have enough time together while I’m gone but… I don’t know, Dove. I just felt like I needed to do it. Ya know?” I climb over to straddle his lap like I did the first night we went driving together.

“You are by far the most incredible man I know. You are so kind, you are always thinking of others, you never stop trying to go above and beyond and I don’t think I’ll ever stop falling in love with you. Was Tank excited?” I ask, curious how I’ve not heard about this until now.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that man smile so hard. It was both unsettling and beautiful.” I burst with laughter, remembering just how much work Tank put into healing and bettering himself to get to where he is today. His humor definitely reflects that of his brother more now, but he still has his broody/grumpy streak much like Max. I believe Sawyer and Tank were destined to be friends.

“We are going to have the rest of our lives together. I promise to tell you if I start missing you too much, but as long as you’re coming home to me every night, I don’t see this being a problem.”

“The only way I’m not coming home to you, Dove is if there’s no more breath in my lungs.” I lean in and press my lips to his, teasing him until he’s grabbing the back of my head, controlling the pace of our kiss. I finally pull away and whisper against his lips.

“Take me in the house, I have something I want to show you.” He wastes no time opening the door and carrying me inside placing my feet on the ground right inside the foyer. I kick my shoes off and his brow raises.

“Please tell me it’s you naked.” His head falls back pleading.

“Not quite.” I wink at him, unbuttoning my denim skirt and letting it fall to the ground. His jersey fits me like a dress when it isn’t tucked into anything, so I take my time pulling it off over my head. When it’s discarded on the floor next to my skirt, Sawyer’s gaze is so heated I can almost feel it searing into my skin as he takes in the sight of me.

He begins discarding his clothes, starting with his gray suit jacket quickly followed by his black dress shirt. Then he’s in nothing but a pair of gray slacks and it’s just as hot as every other damn thing I’ve ever seen him in.

“You look absolutely delectable in that, Dove. Such a shame I’m about to rip it to shreds to get to you.” He snatches me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, but instead of taking me to our room, he takes me to the kitchen instead.

His face is buried in my neck—kissing, sucking and biting causing chills to run down my spine—as he sets me on the massive island countertop. Pulling my breasts out from behind the lace he takes one in his mouth as his hand teases the other before switching to give each one equal attention from his soft lips. Then he leans up to kiss me, gently laying me on my back and ensuring I don’t hit my head on the marble before kissing his way down my body. He inhales just as the tip of his nose hits my clit and he groans.

He teases me by swiping his hot tongue along the fabric of the lace bodysuit and nibbling on my most sensitive area. Then, without warning, he rips the lace right down the middle, allowing for more than enough access to where I’m aching for his touch. Without the barrier in our way any longer, he licks nice and slow from entrance to clit driving me absolutely crazy.

“God, you taste like mine.” I’m convinced his mouth must be magic. Every time we’re together it feels as though he’s known my body forever. How to make it respond to his every touch. Before I know it, he’s bringing me to my first orgasm of the night at record speeds before I’m pushing to sit up—earning a look of confusion from Sawyer.

“My turn.” I slide down off the counter, turning him so that his back is pressed against it instead. Then I drop to my knees and undo his pants, pulling them and his boxers all the way off. Just looking at him and knowing what he’ll feel like when he’s filling me completely makes my pussy clench around nothing.

“Fuck you look good on your knees for me.” I wrap my hand around his length, giving it a gentle tug before licking from his balls to the tip.

“I’ll look even better when I’m choking on your cock, don’t you think?” I spit on the tip and notice how his mouth pops open before I take him all the way down my throat.

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