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She turns on her heel to come to me and the reporters go nuts, wanting to question her, circling like vultures. Before they drag her into the frenzy, I scoop her up and turn to head toward the locker room. I give the guys a look and they move in, forming a wall at our backs and blocking the media from following after us. If the reporters want to talk to her, it’s not going to be until after she seeks legal advice to make sure she’s protected from any backlash. Besides, I’m the one who wants her attention right now. There’s something I need from her, and it’s a pressing matter.

As soon as I place her on her feet, she smiles. “Oh my God. Did you see the look on his face when he realized the cameras were recording? It was priceless.” She busts out laughing. If it weren’t for the tension running through my veins, I’d be laughing with her.

I close in, grabbing her by the neck and pulling her right to my face. She has no fucking idea how hard I am right now. My girl was a fucking warrior. She went straight into enemy territoryand took no prisoners. She was phenomenal. And it was fucking hot to watch.

“You have no idea how fucking turned on I am right now, babe. I need you. Now.”

She cocks her brow, teasing my restraint. “Then what are you waiting for, Mr. Hunt?”

I sink down to my knees, jerking her around to face the lockers. I yank her leggings down and land a spank on her plump ass, savoring her little squeal that echoes throughout the empty room. We’ve got a good twenty minutes before anyone comes in, which is plenty of time to make her scream.

“This ass is mine.” I run my hands over her cheeks, giving her a squeeze. “Every inch of you belongs to me, Ms. Adams. Do you understand?”

I split her cheeks, earning another yelp, which turns into a groan as I rub my thumb over her puckered little taint. Brushing along her seam.

“Yes,” she moans, melting right under my touch. “I understand.” I love that she trusts me with her body. Giving into everything I want. And I always make sure she feels the pleasure all the way to her bones.

“Good girl. Now bend over and open up for me.”

She bends forward and my mouth waters, desperate to feel her quivering on my tongue. I lean in, burying myself right between her crack. Kissing her puckered little diamond as if it were her mouth. She lets out a moan as her body melts against the lockers, feeling the weight of the pleasure already taking over. I start working her thoroughly, licking over her and easing her open. Making her squirm beneath my touch. I can tell she’s building so I push in further, driving her to the brink.

“Travis!”

I know she’s ready. I can feel her clenching up. I reach my hand between her legs and find the other spot that drives hercrazy. Milking her forbidden little diamond, while I rub her clit with equal force. And she shatters in my arms. My name is screamed from her lungs, echoing like a thunderous applause from the stands. I gave her another first, and she shattered so sweetly for me. Letting down her walls so I could build them back up.

I ease up, giving her a reprieve as I place soft kisses over the spot. Working her down gently. She’s breathing heavy. Her body still trying to settle, and I stand, pulling her leggings back into place.

“Wait. What about you?” she asks, still trying to catch her breath.

I sweep her hair off her sweaty face, tucking it behind her ear.

“This one was about you, babe. Me wanting to give you something no one ever has. But when we get home, I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging for sleep.”

“And now I’m ready to leave.” She turns a smile on me. “Whose place are we staying at tonight?”

I lean forward, kissing her nose. “Mine. By the way, you’re moving in with me.”

“I am?” She looks shocked by the idea, but it’s not like we don’t stay at each other’s places every night.

“You are. And before you ask, I’ve already cleared it with Luke and he’s happy with the plan. So, we’ll pack up your things this weekend.”

Her eyes are shimmering with tears, and I pull her in closer, feeling the emotion swarm me. Finding her has been the biggest win of my lifetime.

“I never thought I’d find someone like you, Travis. I thought my broken soul would never be strong enough. But you’ve made me feel stronger than I ever did before.”

“That’s because you were never broken, babe. Fractured? Maybe. Hurting? Yes. But never broken. Your roots are too strong for that. Just like you said.”

My beautiful fractured girl is stronger than I ever could’ve imagined. She’s an inspiration. And now, I’m the lucky one who gets to call her mine.

EPILOGUE

Sophie

Ten Years Later

Istop in front of the shelf, my eyes drawn right in to the pretty light pink and purple cans with silver flowers on them. “Look,” I practically squeal, turning toward Travis. He comes walking over, tossing a few bags of chips into the cart then looks to where I’m pointing. The product design is eerily similar to what I designed back in undergrad. And it’s for an organic soda. Go figure.

“I seem to recall you telling me that pastels and flowers would never make for a good soda line, Mr. Hunt.” I cock my brow at him. “Looks to me like someone else thinks differently. Maybe my idea wasn’t so bad after all.”

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