Page 55 of Our Hearts to Break

I glance across the table at my dad. “For the sake of our relationship, I think it would be a mistake to play for the Rangers.”

He sits back in the chair, hands clasped, and nods. “Whatever you decide, I will support it.”

I have spent my life trying to measure up to him, to prove that I am worthy of his love. As much as it pains me to reject his team’s offer, I must go with my gut.

With another team, I can create a new legacy that is not tainted by his. Besides, I couldn’t handle his coaching style. He would be harder on me than the other players just to prove he wasn’t showing me special treatment.

I grab the contracts, pick the one I know deep in my soul is the right choice, and sign the document. Mickey looks at it, rises from the chair, and opens the door.

“Walt, get in here,” he shouts.

A balding man dressed in a black suit enters the room, a grin tugging at his mouth. He walks over to my side of the table, and I rise from the chair to match his height. Tears prick my eyes, but I won’t let them spill. Later, I might have a happy cry, but not now.

He stretches out his hand and shakes mine. “Welcome to the Islanders, River.”

* * *

To celebrate the day,Nate booked us a suite at The Plaza with a view of Central Park. Apparently, he’d planned this because our bags were already in my trunk before I woke up this morning.

After we eat and check in, Nate drags me to the bedroom. He stares at the bed like he’s thinking about all the dirty shit we are going to do on it. His eyes light up. A wicked grin crosses his face.

He bends down, hooks his arms around my thighs, and tosses me over his shoulder. I’m almost the same height and weight. But Nate is built strong, muscles bulging from everywhere.

Impatient and horny, he throws me onto the mattress. “I need to be inside you. Fuck, it’s been killing me.”

Kneeling between my legs, he strips off his shirt. As usual, Nate is aggressive and takes the lead. And I let him. He’s so damn bossy in the bedroom. I’m not a beta in any other aspect of my life, but I secretly love it when my boyfriend tells me what to do.

I sit up and flip the button of his jeans, which are on the floor in seconds. Nate peels off his boxer briefs and quickly undresses me. One second, I’m clothed, and the next, my shirt, pants, and boxers are scattered across the room.

Nate rolls off me and grabs the lube from my suitcase. “Get on your knees,” he says as he inches toward me, dabbing the gel on his finger.

I get on all fours, and he moves behind me, rubbing his palm over his bare ass. “So perfect. My handprint will look good right here.”

He circles his hand on my left cheek and spanks me. I moan at the sudden sensation, the pain going straight to my hard cock.

Nate reaches around to jerk my shaft and puts a finger in my ass. “My boyfriend has such a pretty hole.”

He pulls out and drizzles the gel into my crack, smearing it with two fingers before plunging them in me.

“Look at you, nice and wet for me,” Nate growls, working me at the exact rhythm that he finger-fucks my ass.

Pressing my cheek to the mattress, I moan, “Oh god. Right there.”

He hits my prostate, over and over, until I’m ready to burst. My dick is like steel in his hand.

“Fuck me,” I bite out, sick of waiting, loose and dripping with lube. “I can’t take it anymore. Stop edging me.”

After he removes his fingers, he slides inside me without much protest. I’m used to handling all of him.

From the start, he was everything I ever wanted. Everything I craved. I savor every second, knowing I’m the luckiest man in the world. Nate slides his long, fat dick in and out of me and, each time, slams back into me. A sound like a growl falls from my mouth as I buck my hips.

I want more.

I always do.

Nate bends forward, his lips ghosting my earlobe. “You can’t get enough of me fucking this tight ass.”

“Fuck, yes,” I mumble, drunk on pleasure, overwhelmed by all the sensations spreading through my body.

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