Page 83 of Forecasting the Forward

“You’re here,” I murmur, dragging my tongue up her neck and into her waiting mouth. Spearmint flavor explodes on my tongue, and I groan as she bites down gently. “Trust me, Spitfire. This is gonna be the best game of my season just because I’ll be performing for you.”

I take a few steps toward the bed, laying her down gently, before climbing over her. I take in her delicate features, noting how her green eyes sparkle. She says, “I didn’t come here for this, Jacob. I just needed to be with you.”

“I know,” I reply, cupping her cheek, and delighting in how she leans into my touch. “I know your heart, Becca. And I’m so fucking happy you’re here. But I think you do need this, just as much as I do. Please let me make love to you. I know there’s nothing better in the world than being connected to you this way.”

“Jacob,” she whispers as a tear slips from the corner of her eye. I gently wipe it away, then lean down to kiss her, but her words stop me in my tracks. “I love you.”

Time stops.

I think I can hear traffic ten stories below, and I definitely hear the unmistakable cackle of Gabe across the hall. My heart pounds so severely I wonder if Becca can feel it.

“Say that again,” I rasp, emotion clogging my throat.

Becca smiles softly, cupping my face in both hands. “I love you. I think I’ve been in love with you for much longer than Irealized. No one has ever supported me the way you do, or been as patient as you. You bring me peace. You’ve become my home, and I’m so thankful I ran into you months ago because I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for you. You meet me where I am, no matter the circumstances.”

“Thank fuck,” I blurt out. “You can’t take it back now, darlin’. You’re mine, and I’m not ever letting you go.”

“Promise?” she replies cheekily. A wide grin spreads across my face as I stand up, pulling her to sit up. Lunging toward my suitcase, I grab the cowboy hat I’ve worn on this trip, and place it on her head.

Becca inhales sharply as her hands reach up to touch the brim.

“With every breath I take,” I answer. “You remember the significance of a woman wearing a man’s cowboy hat?

She nods shakily. “I do.”

“I’ve never allowed a woman to wear mine. Never wanted a woman to wear it. This is the first, and the last, time I’m giving my hat to someone. You’re it for me, Spitfire,” I tell her quietly, before taking her lips in a drugging kiss. “Now let me love you, baby.”

“By all means, have your way with me.”

Yes, ma’am.

I press off Becca, standing to rip off my shirt. I yank down my shorts and boxers, then grab her hand to pull her up. I make quick work of her clothes, finding it hard to focus as Becca touches every piece of my skin she can reach. Once she’s naked, I push her back onto the mattress before climbing on top of her. Our kisses are chaotic and maddening. Full of lust and laughter. Filling my heart with more love than I could ever imagine. We roll until Becca is atop, her body stretched out on mine perfectly.

When Becca sits up, her knees on either side of me, I raise a brow at her. “You got some plans, Mrs. Mitchell?”

She beams at the name as she nods. “I do. And I can’t have you overexerting yourself. I need my husband to perform well on the ice tonight.”

“Fuck I love it when you call me your husband,” I groan.

Becca grabs my cock, positioning it at her entrance before slowly sinking down. “Do you like it better when I call you my husband, or when I call you mine?”

Fuck. “The latter, actually.”

Becca surprises the hell out of me when she bends over to grab my cowboy hat, placing it gently on her head. She then leans down so her mouth is next to my ear and whispers, “Mine.”

Jesus. I’m two seconds away from coming, and my wife hasn’t even moved yet.

My wife.

I hope that never gets old.

Becca begins a tortuously slow pace as my hands stroke across her soft skin. Eyes closed with her head thrown back, she is exquisite as she rides me. Her pussy flutters around me the closer she gets to her orgasm, and I’m fighting tooth and nail not to come myself. I want her to come while I watch, and then I want her to come again, but with me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I grate out. “You’re glowing.”

“I thought only pregnant women were supposed to glow,” she pants, and fuck me, but the thought of her pregnant with my baby is so hot I almost lose my load right there.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

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