Page 56 of Shot Through the Heart

“Birth control,” I rasp. Not quite a sentence, but it’s hard to think clearly when Greyson’s impressive cock is buried deep inside me.

“Thank God,” Grey breathes out on a relieved exhale.

Finally, he picks up his pace. My shoulders dig into the wall behind me, and I use it for leverage as Grey thrusts into me. Not that I can do much. He uses his hold on my hips to pull me up and down, making sure my clit gets attention on each upward stroke he delivers.

Warmth spreads across my chest, those tell-tale tingles pooling low in my stomach, and I moan his name.

“I know, baby. I know,” he whispers, nudging my head to the side with his nose so he can kiss my neck. “Now remind me what it feels like to be choked by your beautiful cunt.”

He moves with a frantic determination and the only choice I have is to ride it out. Grey tilts my hips, pounding into me at a new angle that leaves me crying out in ecstasy.

“Fuck.” He slams back into me. “Baby, touch yourself. I don’t have a chance of lasting with the way your pussy is gripping my cock.”

In a daze, I find my clit. The added sensation is almost too much and my orgasm crashes through me. Greyson grunts, his movements turning frantic before he thrusts one final time and comes with a curse.

Neither of us moves right away, both catching our breaths and slowly coming down from our orgasms.

After a few more moments, I bend forward to kiss his temple.

“Thanks for coming over early.”

He laughs, shaking his head and finally lowering my legs to the floor, but he doesn’t let me escape his embrace.

“If I had known this was gonna happen, I would have skipped practice and spent all morning wrapped up in you.”

I snort. “Pretty sure it’s frowned upon to cut practice just to fuck.”

I move to step around him, but he presses forward and keeps me in place.

“Let me be clear. You are so much more than just a fuck. I’d pick you over hockey every time, without hesitation.”

My cheeks flush at his words, loving the seriousness in his declaration. I should remind him how important his career is to him, should tell him that I’d never put him in a position to have to choose. But for this moment, I greedily let his words wash over me.

I’d never make him choose, but I won’t lie, it’s nice to know he would pick me.

ChapterNineteen

STELLA

“All right,you two, come in before you both turn into popsicles!” I shout from the deck of the cabin.

Due to delays at the airport and with the rental car company, we got in later than we anticipated. Harper babbled the entire drive up along the mountain to the cabin, unknowingly easing some of the tension that grew as the sun went down and the snow picked up. I trust Greyson, but being in a car in unpredictable weather on the side of a mountain brought up some very unpleasant memories.

Thankfully, I had thought ahead and placed our grocery order for pick-up, so we didn’t need to make as long of a stop on top of those delays. By the time we made it, Harper barely stayed awake through dinner. She tried so hard to stay up, excited to check out the cabin, but ultimately gave in and fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. Greyson and I weren’t far behind her.

Then, this morning, I discovered where Harper gets her ability to remain unaffected by travel from. She came barreling in just as the sun was rising and Grey managed to roll out of bed like nothing was wrong. Meanwhile, it took me almost thirty minutes to convince myself to get up and pee.

After we finished breakfast, Grey pulled out a surprise for Harper. She squealed so loud, I swore she could have caused a small avalanche when she opened it. Inside the box was the prettiest set of pink, sparkly ice skates I’ve ever seen. Grey had been keeping track of the weather, and since this season has been unusually cold, the lake has been frozen solid. We all bundled up in winter gear and spent the morning outside.

Harper didn’t even make it to the ice before she got distracted wanting to build a snowman family. Once that was done, Greyson got her skates tied up and they’ve been on the ice ever since, barely taking a break for lunch and dinner. I don’t have the same tolerance for the cold that those two have, so I’ve taken a lot of breaks inside. Grey told me multiple times to stay in and read a book by the fire, that he had her and would holler if they needed me. But every time I sat down, the urge to watch them from the glass doors was almost overwhelming.

I’ve taken so many pictures and videos of the two of them, both up close from the dock and from the house. The storage on my phone is going to need to be upgraded again by the end of this trip. Harper is a natural. She was wobbly at first, refusing to let go of Greyson as he pulled her around the ice. But after the first hour out there, she started gaining confidence. She kept wanting to go further out onto the lake, but Greyson made sure to keep her close as a precaution.

When they went back out after dinner, she was taunting Grey to race her. She still doesn’t quite grasp what it means that he’s a professional hockey player and could leave her in the dust in just a few strides. Yet he played along with her, going at her pace and letting her win a few times.

“I’m making hot cocoa!” I call out again and that’s finally enough to steal Harper’s attention from skating. Harper whirls in my direction so fast that she loses her balance, but luckily, Greyson catches her before she can fall on her butt.

He scoops her up, cradling her in his arms and going full speed. Harper’s giggles echo across the lake, whooping with joy as he brings her in.

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