Page 51 of Broken Promises

It’s getting towards the usual end time for these things when one reporter asks Gideon, “You guys came out in the second period and exploited weakness in Chicago’s defense that you didn’t even see before. Where did that come from?” Gideon looks at me. Good enough segue.

“I can answer that. It was my wife. She’s an avid hockey fan and texted me everything she noticed during the first period. I showed it to Coach, and we changed what we were doing.”

“Your wife being Willa Prince?” another reporter asks. I smile and turn towards the door where Willa is standing.

“Wanna come out here, Princess?” I ask her.

She walks out on stage and goes to take the seat next to me, but I pull her into my lap instead. The clicks on the cameras go wild. The sound reminds me I need to ask Ben if he got any good pictures of us tonight.

Willa points to a female reporter near the front with her hand raised. She’s definitely a seasoned pro at this stuff.

“When did you two meet?”

Willa smiles at me before answering. “I was four, Dec was six. We’ve been best friends since.”

“When did it become more?” the next reporter Willa calls on asks.

“Around eight months ago, now. Have you ever realized the person you were meant to be with has been right in front of you your whole life, but you were blind to it? That was us for too many years to count.” Shit. That answer squeezes my heart.

“How long have you been married?” the reporter Willa points to in the back asks.

“Almost two months. We didn’t feel the need to wait. When you’ve been as close as we have for as long as we have, not being married felt like wasting time.”

I’m just sitting here, holding my beautiful wife in my arms, and letting her describe this perfect love story we don’t have yet,but we will. Several reporters start asking questions all at once, and I see Leroy move out of the corner of my eye, probably to shut things down, but Willa holds up her hand.

“Declan and I are more than willing to answer your questions, but you need to wait your turns. This isn’t an elementary school classroom; we’re all adults here.” The room quiets and hands shoot into the air.

Willa calls on a few more reporters and kindly answers their questions. “It was great to meet you all, but I’d like to go home with my husband.” She stands, takes my hand, and pulls me off stage.

“You really are a pro,” Leroy says with a surprised laugh.

“It’s not the eighties, Leroy,” I say, patting him on the back. “Rockstars aren’t all drugged out and drunk in front of reporters anymore.”

“Take me home, Dec,” Willa says as we walk away from the media room. A low growl starts in my chest, and I scoop Willa up into my arms. She squeals a little before wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

“You need to start warning me before you do that.”

“Nah. I like that noise you make when you’re surprised.”

“Wait until you hear the other noises I can make,” she whispers in my ear.

“Fuck.”

We barely make it inside the door before we’re on each other. Willa’s in my arms, grinding against my stomach as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. My knees are screaming for me to sit down and ice them, but I ignore the pain.

“Fuck, Princess,” I groan into her mouth.

“I need you inside me, Dec. Please.”

“Fuck.”

I let her down in front of the couch and quickly pull her pants down, taking her panties with them. She rips my jersey and her shirt off and pulls her bunched up jeans off along with her shoes. I bite my fist as I take in how fucking perfect she is standing in front of me in just a pink lacy bra.

Willa reaches for my belt, but I grab her wrist. “Sit on the edge, legs spread.” She scrambles to do as I ask. I kneel in front of her, kissing my way up her thigh. “Do you taste as sweet as you smell?”

“Find out for yourself.” Her voice is breathy as she stares at me with lust-filled eyes.

I don’t need to be told twice. Licking my way from her entrance to her clit, I moan at her taste on my tongue. “You taste even sweeter.”

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