Page 12 of Goal Line Love

I try to retreat, to stop all of it, but it feels too good, like I’m cherished.

“Well, if I knew that I would get that, I would’ve bet $20,000!” Violet says and the room laughs.

The four of us walk into Colt and Aria’s house after spending a couple more hours at the auction laughing and having drinks. It was fun getting to see Harrison in his small-town element, which I never expected to be a part of his story.

Colt claps Harrison on the back. “I can’t believe we raised $50,000 for the family center. Thanks, Harrison.”

“I’m happy to help. Thanks for working on such a worthy cause.”

“Well, we’re beat. We’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight.” Aria grabs her husband's hand and drags him upstairs.

Harrison and I head into the den, and he pours a glass of whiskey, holding it up in an offering. I wave him off. After that kiss and two glasses of champagne, I need to not indulge. I need to keep a clear head.

I sit on the couch and Harrison sits right next to me, and his body heat has me tingling.

“Thank you for bidding for me.” Harrison runs his hand down my back, making me shiver.

“It’s your money, but $10,000 is a lot of money. Harry, I overheard the Teagartens say you’re rich.”

Harrison drinks his whiskey and shrugs his shoulders. “Money isn’t everything.”

I turn toward him and sink my shoulder into the couch so I can watch as we talk. “What is everything to you? Hockey?”

Harrison rolls his lips together, his five o’clock shadow even darker and more attractive this late in the evening. He sets his glass down. He moves in closer to me and captures my gaze with his. “You, Bergan. You’re everything. You’re smart. Beautiful. Talented. Funny. It’s you.”

“Pfft.” I shake my head. “I can’t be everything to you.”

But why do I want to be?

“Can you be something?” His face softens as he searches for something in my eyes. With his walls down, I can see him clearer than I’ve ever seen anybody and it has me aching like I’ve never ached for anybody before.

The idea of being with him has quickly overtaken everything else in my life, but I won’t risk getting hurt. I can’t but to have a taste. To have a night to remember. Something to keep me warm when it’s cold and lonely. I’m going to take that.

“For tonight we can be something, but no one can know and when we go back to Denver, we can’t be anything.” There’s steel in my voice. Not only for his sake, but for my own. He needs to know I’m serious about this.

Harrison is silent as he studies me closely, and he must see I’m serious because he swallows and nods. “Okay, Bergan. I’ll take it.”

11

BERGAN

I don’t know why I invited him to take me like that. I’m usually not that girl, but Harrison makes me want to be someone new, different, daring. It’s like I’m riding on a surfboard and he’s the wave. I’m just wondering if there’ll be some undertow to pull me down.

I push back on his shoulders as I straddle his lap. This could be just a quickie on the sofa, and maybe it’ll be the scratch to my itch, but I’m equally afraid that it’ll only lead to needing more of his attention.

His cock has risen to the occasion, impressively and with the dress hem raised to my hips, I grind down the solid mass.

His mouth comes for mine and I pull back.

“I mean it, Harrison, only one night and no one can know.”

He nods, but his lips emit no confirmation. His fingers dig into my hips. “I’ll know, Bergan and I won’t forget tonight. That I know.”

I swallow as the words seem to hold so much weight. Like he’s saying this means more to him.

I huff. “You know what I mean.”

His gaze drops and then returns a little hazy. “This night will only be for you and me.”

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