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“Yes,” she breathes.

“Promise me you’ll never run from me again and I’ll let you.”

“Never again,” she swears.

I remove my fingers from her pussy and suck them clean. “I could become addicted to the taste of you.”

“Get on your hands and knees. Hold on to the arm of the couch,” I order her. She obeys immediately.

I hold the base of my cock and position myself at her opening. “You are going to be my wife.” I tell her and enter her in one hard thrust.

“Are you proposing to me, now?”

My hands hold her shoulders for leverage, and I use them to pull her down hard on my cock. What I feel for Harlow is wild and consuming, and I fuck her the same way. I don’t hide my desperation from her. She grants me the illusion of control, but it is she who owns me.

“If I were to propose, I could make you say yes. But, I won’t ask you, because it wasn’t a question. I’m going to marry you, and soon.”

“God yes,” she groans.

“Then come. Soak my cock like my good girl. Let me make you feel good. I will always bring you pleasure.”

She looks back at me over her shoulder. “I love you, hotshot.”

“What I feel for you is more than I have words to express.” I gently stroke the healing cut on her lip. “This will never happen to you again.”

I kiss her softly, swallowing her moans as we lose ourselves in each other.

* * *

Saturday mornings are my favorite.Now that I’m off the team I don’t have a game to get ready for. There’s nothing to do and nowhere to go, leaving me to spend the entire day in bed with Harlow if we wish. If only I could be content with how I walked away from my team.

Maybe if it were my choice I could come to terms with it. This season hasn’t been what I expected it to be. My teammates expected me to enter the draft this season, something I never intended to do. I know that once they found that out, I would be done. A few might be jealous, others would think I’m an idiot, but it would tear at our team until we weren’t a solid unit. Still, I thought I’d have this one final season to say goodbye to the game.

Harlow yawns and stretches next to me. She rolls to face me and frowns when she sees my face. Her fingers dance over my furrowed brow. “Are you upset you’re missing the game today?”

I’m quiet for a bit. There’s no clear cut answer to that question. “Yes and no. I wouldn’t be playing either way, but I feel bad I’m not there to support them.”

She looks away from me, still frowning. “If you want to take back the things you said the other night, I’ll understand. Being with me is costing you too much. Look at what has happened. You’ve been kicked off the team, and you’re fighting with your dad.”

“Are you having second thoughts?” It’s bad enough we have to deal with her husband, some of my teammates, and my parents, but I’m getting tired of constantly having to convince her we belong together.

Harlow looks at me, gone is the guarded expression I usually see in her eyes. Instead, I feel like I can see straight into her soul. There’s so much pain shining through. “No,” she says, forcing back tears. She tries to smile at me, but it somehow makes her seem more sad. “Being with you is like the sweetest dream.”

I stroke my fingers through her chocolate brown hair. “Then what is the problem?”

“Don’t you see? I’m not worth all of this. You’re giving up too much.”

“Will you do something for me?” Arguing with her isn’t working. Not when the problem is how she feels about herself.

Harlow nods and waits for me to tell her what I want.

“Will you go see someone? I’ve been naive thinking that if I love you enough, show you what it means to be treated well that would help you see yourself the way I do. But, now I see that a few weeks of care can’t combat years of cruelty.”

She starts to scoot away from me. “Like I said, it’s too much. I understand.”

I grab her hair and hold her still. Her breathing speeds up. I’m learning fast that while Low looks delicate, she doesn’t like to be treated that way. I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her flush against me. Feasting on her neck, she relaxes against me. She turns slightly and looks at me with dazed lust-filled eyes.

Once I have her attention, I say, “You understand nothing. I want his voice out of your head. It’s time you stopped fighting your own happiness. You deserve love, not just mine, but from yourself as well. You’ve left your husband, but now it’s time for you to push him out the rest of the way.”

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