Page 69 of Make Your Play

Her entire body shifts on the counter and I start to fuck her harder and faster. “Hold on to me, Riley,” I order, my voice tense as I grip her hip tighter. She’s so close, I can feel it already with the way she clenches around me. Riley reaches for me, her hands finding my shoulders. Her nails dig into my flesh as I pin her against the counter, slamming into her over and over again.

My thumb rolls over her clit, my movements rushed as she lets out a string of curses. My name falls from her lips as she falls apart around me, her cunt taking my cock deep inside as she comes. Her orgasm tears through her body and she pulls me down with her. Heat spreads through my body like wildfire and I rock into her, spilling my cum deep inside her pussy.

I begin to slow, releasing every last drop into her as she rides out the high of her orgasm. My movements stop and I let out a deep, shallow breath, my lungs starved for oxygen as I stare down at her. Riley lifts her eyelids, her gaze instantly finding mine.

My face inches closer to hers, my lips brushing against hers. “I just want to fuck you forever. Can we make that a thing?

“I think we can do that.” She laughs quietly, her words breathless and filled with lust. “Till death do we part, right?”

“Yes. Fuck yes,” I murmur against her lips again. “I love you,” I tell her, honesty pouring from my soul. “God, I fucking love you.”

“I love you, Nash. It’s you and me.”

I pull back just enough to look at her face. “And Theo.” I pause, a smile drifting across my lips. “And however many other babies you let me put in your belly.”

“Well, if you want a bunch, you’d better get to work.”

Pulling her off the counter, I hold her in my arms, my cock already getting hard again as it’s still inside her. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Riley laughs quietly and I revel in the sound of her, in the way she smells, and the way she feels in my arms. She stole my heart long ago, and when I realized it was happening, I was already so gone for her.

I’ve loved Riley Harris for a lifetime and I’ll love her for every lifetime that comes.

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Prologue

Rowan

ONE YEAR AGO

I hate coming back home.

It’s not that I don’t like my hometown—it’s more what comes along with it. It can never be a peaceful visit. Instead, it’s always filled with drama of some sort. My parents typically end up arguing about something minute and my brother is a fucking loose cannon. My sister doesn’t even like to come back anymore and with how goddamn exhausting it is here, I’m not so sure I blame her.

Raven left as soon as she turned 18 and I was right behind her two years later. The two of us went on to play hockey professionally and Raven was now an assistant coach for the Bears. Our parents tried to get Beau to play hockey at a young age, but he was never really into it. He has always had his ownagenda with everything he does and Beau Taylor lives life by the seat of his pants.

He’s four years younger than me, six years younger than Raven and he’s always been a wild card. He hit the mental illness branch of the family tree and put our parents through hell in high school. His lows can be so goddamn low and his highs frighteningly high, sometimes you aren’t so sure he’s going to come down.

When he’s compliant with his medications, like he has been the past few years, life with him isn’t so bad. He can be an abrasive asshole, but he’s present in the moment. You can hold a conversation with him without him going on a tangent or freaking out about something. By the skin of his teeth, he managed to graduate college and moved into his own apartment fifteen minutes from our hometown.

“I love this new vase you made,” my mother says, setting the piece of pottery down on the center of the table. “Have you heard from your brother at all?”

I glance at my mom as I finish drying a dish and set it down on the counter beneath the cabinet it’s supposed to go in. Something resembling dread rolls in the pit of my stomach. “No. I texted him when I was boarding my plane but he didn’t respond.” Which also wasn’t uncommon from him. “I figured he was just coming tomorrow morning.”

Beau and I aren’t exactly close and we never really were. It’s not easy to have a relationship with someone who doesn’t fucking like you. He’s always had a chip on his shoulder towards Raven and I, making his dislike of us known. When we were growing up, he always blamed us for everything and played the victim, refusing to take responsibility for the fucked up things he’s done.

I tried to help my brother, but he just kept pushing back. At some point, you get tired of bailing someone out who would never extend the same favor to you.

It’s been a few years since all three Taylor kids were home for Christmas and I can’t help but feeling jealous of Rae for being the one who gets the free pass to not show. Last year, she was sick. This year, she’s blaming it on work.

She’s not the only one who works for a professional hockey team. I know her excuses are bullshit, but I don’t call her out on it.

“Beau said he was going to come by tonight. He finally wanted us to officially meet his girlfriend.”

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