Page 131 of Beautiful Collide

“Oh God,” she moans, so I pick up my pace.

My thrusts are now punishing as I furiously rub her clit. “I’m coming,” she pants as her pussy tightens, and my balls do the same.

“Good girl, come all over my cock.” And she does, tightening so hard around my dick I almost see stars. I’m quick to follow her over the edge.

Afterward, I place my shirt down on the gravel, and we sit together on the rooftop, the cool night air brushing against our skin. Molly’s head rests against my shoulder, her breathing soft and steady.

I tilt my head, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You good?”

She hums, her voice sleepy and content. “I could go again. Give me fifteen minutes.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” I chuckle softly, running my fingers through her hair.

“Yeah,” she says, turning slightly to look up at me. Her face is suddenly serious. “You know that . . .” She winces, stopping.

“That Dane can’t know,” I finish for her.

I expected this.

“Are you okay with that?” Her face is etched with hesitation, like she’s waiting for me to argue or walk away.

But I don’t.

I can’t.

“Yes,” I finally say.

Because the truth is, I don’t want to live another lie—not again.

I’ve spent years pretending to be someone I’m not, building walls and hiding behind them. But right now, all I can think about is her.

I want Molly Sinclair.

So if keeping this a secret means I get to have her—even if it’s just for a little while—I’ll play the game.

I’ll take the lie as long as I get her.

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Molly

Who is this?sent an attachment.

[Link: Hudson Wilde: True contender for MVP.]

Molly:Who is this?

Who is this?:. . .

Who is this?:Come on. Still?

Who is this?:At least change it to Greatest Hockey Player to Ever Live.

Molly:?? Someone’s humble.

Who is this?:I’dliketo be, but then the media wrote that. Not my fault I’m a contender for greatness.

Molly:You’re a contender for being insufferable, that’s for sure.

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