Page 136 of Pinkie Promise

He smirks, pleased, and tries to help me steady my feet.

“You don’t need to get changed,” I say breathlessly. “You’re just going to be taking your clothes off in ten minutes anyway.”

He looks even more pleased now, his eyes dropping to my chest as he contemplates my very rational, not at all biased comment.

“I’m gonna have the world’s fastest shower, so that I’m all clean for you,” he says.

I howl in anguish and he laughs quietly.

“And then,” he adds, “when we get home, we can work together to get all dirty again.”

Oh, he’s good. He’s very good.

“Fine,” I say, shoving him off of me, knowing that it’s only going to make him grip me harder. He buries his face in my neck, scratching me up with his stubble, and I try not to go slack as helicks gently at my skin. “And, uh,” I pant, now remembering that I should probably congratulate him on becoming Carter U’s top scorer of all time. “Your goals,” I gasp. “They were very good.”

“Huh?” he murmurs gruffly, just as distracted as I am.

“You, uh, you… you’re the t-top goal scorer in Carter U history. Your goals were s-so good out there tonight and I’m so proud of you, Hunter. So proud.”

Hunter lifts his head up, his beautiful eyes dazzling me senseless. He smiles as he rasps, “It’s because of you, baby. Those goals were all for you.”

I blink up at him, still breathless, and I swallow as I ask, “What do you mean?”

He flashes me his perfect smile before pressing a kiss to my pink cheek. My heart sparkles warmly and I give him a little smile of my own.

“What I mean, Fallon, is that I couldn’t have done any of that if you weren’t out there watching me.” He squeezes me tighter as I stare awe-struck in his arms. “Those goals, Fallon? They were all for you, because nothing feels better than making you happy. And that’s what I’m going to keep on doing for as long as you’ll let me. I love you, baby. You’re the greatest score of my life.”

Epilogue

Hunter

Two and a half months later

I wake up to the feeling of something warm and soft snuggling up to my pecs.

Breathing out a quiet laugh, I squeeze my arm more firmly around Fallon’s shoulders, and then I slowly heave myself onto my side as she wraps her arms around the back of my neck.

My eyes fly open and I look down between us.

Hell, I didn’t drink a drop last night but I had somehow forgotten the fact that Fallon had gone to sleeptopless.

My shoulders swell as I stare down at her breasts, the touch of her soft pink nipples making my cock thicken and throb.

“Baby,” I rasp quietly, the word coming out fifty octaves deeper than it should.

Fallon cuddles me tighter and I clear my throat. Hard.

If this were any other morning I wouldn’t be fighting the need to give it to her right now, but this isn’t any morning so I’m going to do the right thing and wait.

I keep one arm around her shoulders, holding her against me, and I cup my other palm around her cheek as I press a kiss to her forehead.

It’s grant allocation week, which means that I’ve been distracting the hell out of Fallon to try and ease her nerves.

At the start of the week we drove just outside of town so that I could take her shopping for the first time, and she picked out what she wanted to wear for last night’s Carter U Division I Sports Ceremony.

Can’t deny it, spoiling Fallon gets me going. Having her looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes as she showed me the dress that she wanted to try on, and then getting in that changing room with her as she modelled it for me was something that I never knew that I needed. I told her that the price didn’t matter because whatever she wanted I’d be able to cover and, if anything, it got me even more excited for when I start playing pro, because the second that I get that NHL cheque I know exactly what I’m going to be doing.

Namely, treating Fallon to everything she’s ever wanted.

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