Page 96 of Forbidden Puck
“I know so.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Because you wonmeover, and if you can win me over, you can win my cat over. Now, on to the rest of the tour …” She grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway to her bedroom, a sultry pout on her lips. “Or the only important part of it, anyway.”
She shoved the door open and crawled into bed, beckoning for me to go and get her. I prowled right after her. Our lips met and my fingers popped the waist-button of her jeans open. She sighed as I tugged her jeans off her long legs, and then her panties followed. I spread her legs and lowered my mouth to her heat.
“You're mine,” I growled before I gave my tongue to her pink and glistening pussy.
“God, I missed you,” she sighed, before surrendering to a rising chorus of moans.
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THE END.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Ella
I never thought I could have such a hard time telling the truth, but I was a nervous mess the whole flight to Boston. I'd onlyjust found out yesterday. It was still very early on, but I'd already developed the habit of cradling my stomach and pondering my life with Ryan, and the life inside me …
I wasn't sure how Ryan would react when I told him. He'd been nothing but wonderfulto me ever since we'd started dating a year ago, but we'd never had the discussion about what we'd do ifthishappened.
Jeez, it's been over a year already? Time flies …
I guess part of the reason was thatIwasn't sure how to feel about it, either. Would I have to give up my career? I couldn't do that …! Business was booming, thanks to the lovely ladies that were the Brawlers wives and girlfriends. Just like Ryan thought, they helped put me in touch with the right people. I did a few projects, word spread, and more projects started rolling in. And that's how it happened, that's how the city of Boston sucked me in—just like Ryan himself had. The Brawlers ladies weren't just business contacts, either—they became the missing piece of the puzzle for me: the close-knit group of friends I'd always wanted. When our boys were out of town, we always got together for ladies nights, which made getting through those week-long road trips so much easier.
Ryan's career was going great, too. At the end of last season, he ended up scoring a career high in goals and points—something he's always thankingmefor, because he said I helped him settle down and focus more on hockey. Even better? This year, he's on pace to break last year's career high, too. He was realizing his potential as a hockey player—and realizing that he belonged in the NHL, just as much as any other player.
But … a baby? How did that fit into the picture? A baby was so serious, so huge—it was like a magnifying lens that forced you to examineeverythingin your life under the closest scrutiny.What if a baby changed things? What if Ryan wasn't sure about me? What if he liked me but he just didn't want to raise a family with me?
Argh.I almost wished the plane could stay in the sky forever, just circling and circling, and I'd never have to come down and break the news.
But it was a short flight, after all, and before I knew it the plane's tires chirped as they touched down on the runway. While the plane taxied to the departure gate, I convinced myself that I'd just blurt the news out to Ryan as soon as we were in the privacy of his BMW.
But when that moment came, I grew gun-shy. He rest his giant hand on my thigh and smiled at me, as devilishly handsome and well-dressed in a sharp suit, like always.
“Missed you, Ella,” he said.
“Missed you too, Ryan.”
God, the hormones were already making my brain chemistry all out of whack—I couldn't look at Ryan now without seeing him as the sexiest, mostadorableDad ever, wearing a puffy knit sweater on a chilly wintry weekend, the three of us cuddled around the warm and crackling fireplace. Our child would think his hockey-playing Dad was a real-life superhero …
Sure enough, I felt myself breaking out into the gushiest, most over-the-top smile. I couldn't help it.
“What's up, babe?” he asked. “You look like you have something on your mind.”
I gulped. “I do.”
“I do, too,” he said, trying to hide a gooey smile of his own.
“You go first,” I said.
He stared at the road ahead. “Hey, I asked you first.”
I shook my head. I couldn't. I didn't have the courage yet. “But … youshould really go …”
