Page 109 of The Final Faceoff
She whimpers, her fingers digging into my shoulders, hips tilting, chasing more. Always needing more.
I smirk against her collarbone. “That desperate for me, baby?”
She nods, her lips parting, but no words come out. Just little gasping breaths, her body trembling beneath mine, gripping me like she never wants to let go.
I shift my weight, pressing deeper, angling just right, and she cries out, her nails biting into my skin.
“There,” I growl, thrusting harder, keeping the pace slow but relentless, drawing out every sweet sound she has to give me. “That’s it. Feel that?” My cock throbs inside her, needing release, needing her heat. And, fuck, if I don’t want to stay here forever.
She nods frantically, her head tipping back, exposing her throat.
I press a kiss there, then another, my free hand sliding up her side, brushing over the curve of her stomach, the place where our baby grows. “She’s mine, Hailey. Just like you.”
She gasps, her body clenching around me, her breath coming fast and uneven.
I grin, nipping at her jaw. “Come on, baby. Give it to me.” I thrust harder, deeper, every stroke pushing her closer.
Her legs tighten around me, her body arching, and then she shatters, a sharp cry spilling from her lips as she clenches around me, pulling me under with her.
“Come for me, baby,” I order, my voice firm but full of praise. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
Her body locks up, her nails dig into my back, her walls clamp down around me, and she moans my fucking name like it’s the only word she knows.
“Fuck, Hailey,” I groan, losing it, driving into her once, twice—then I’m gone, spilling deep inside her, marking her, claiming her in the only way I know how.
I collapse beside her, pulling her into my chest, keeping her close.
Her breathing is still ragged, her body still soft and pliant from what I just did to her.
I brush damp hair from her face, kissing her forehead, letting my fingers trace lazy circles over her stomach.
“You okay?” I ask, voice softer now, full of something dangerously close to love.
She sighs, nestling against me. “Yeah,” she whispers. “More than okay.”
I feel her exhale, feel the tension unravel from her muscles as she sinks into me, warm and safe. I press one last kiss to her temple, murmuring, “Sleep, baby. I’ve got you. I always will.”
ChapterThirty-Seven
Hailey
When It’s Time to Cover The Net
The roar of thousands of people crashes over me, a tidal wave of noise that rattles my ribs, thick and electric. It surges through my body, fizzes in my blood, sets my pulse on fire.
Holy shit.
Leif Crawford just blocked a shot during a penalty kill, and I am feral about it.
I shove up from my seat, hands clenched in my sleeves, screaming like I personally had something to do with his ridiculous reflexes. Around me, the crowd explodes, the arena vibrating with energy. People are shouting, chanting, throwing their hands in the air—an entire city coming unglued.
And me?
I am standing on my seat, hands in the air, my belly bumping the railing as I yell, “That’s my man.”
John snorts beside me, dragging me down before I can cause an actual scene. “Jesus, Hailey, sit before you go into labor.”
I ignore him, still buzzing, my hands pressing against my belly, where my darling girl is currently tap-dancing on my bladder. Probably her way to celebrate daddy.
