Page 129 of Ricochet
And then the noise just kind of…dies.
The world fades away.
All I can feel is Stone’s mouth moving against mine, his arms holding me tight.
I don’t care that there are thousands of eyes on us. I don’t care what they think.
The only thing on my mind is how madly I’m in love with Stone.
When he pulls back, there’s a brilliant smile stretched across his face. His eyes shine bright. More forest, less fog.
“Marry me?”
My lips part. Giant hooks immediately sink into the corners of my mouth and yank, broadening the smile I already had even more. My chest heaves as I stare into his beautiful eyes. “What?”
“I have a ring in the locker room,” he says breathlessly. “But I couldn’t fucking wait.”
“Yes,” I answer without another moment’s hesitation. “Fuck yes.”
I get a glimpse of a wetness in his eyes before his mouth is back on mine.
Our little bubble breaks shortly after, our teammates all pulling us into their celebration. However, even as we’re ripped apart, our gazes barely leave each other.
We may have just won the championship, but Stone is all I see.
My fiancé, the killer.
Two years later.
I’m used to waking inthe middle of the night. Not because Callum still needs me, but just in case he does. He doesn’t have those nightmares much anymore. He’ll have one occasionally, and I’m always happy to warm my cock in his ass or fuck him awake to pull him back from those shadows that are a lot weaker than they once were. Most of the time, however, it doesn’t take one of his nightmares for me to do that.
Like, now, still somewhere between sleep and awake, my hand moves as though my body already knows exactly where it wants to be.
Callum’s back is against my chest, my cock already hard and nudging against his ass. He’s quiet and still, his breathing soft and steady. He’s not trapped inside his mind, sleeping peacefully.
My fingers tease the crack of his ass. We’ve long since started sleeping naked for this reason.
I roll over to grab the lube from the nightstand and pour a little onto my fingers before returning them to his ass. When I press light circles around his rim, his back vibrates with a quiet hum. I push inside, and the noise becomes a low moan.
By the time I’m finished stretching him open, my cock is fucking throbbing, begging to replace my fingers. I give it what it wants, removing my fingers and lining my head up to his hole. Slowly and gently, I press my way inside the tight heat of his ass.
It doesn’t take a lot of effort not to wake him with how hard he sleeps. He doesn’t wake up anymore unless I want him to.
Once, I fucked him so slow and tame that he barely stirred until I was spilling inside his ass. It took awhile, but fuck was it worth it. Then I sucked him off until he came down my throat. That was a damn good night.
When I’m bottomed out inside him, I hold him closely with my hand splayed across his stomach. My dick twitches inside his ass, but it’s going to have to deal with not getting more.
As much as I’d love to fuck him, I don’t want to wake him.
Callum has a big day tomorrow. He decided to pursue his master’s degree, and he has a big test in one of his biology courses tomorrow. He also decided to do what I did and play hockey for another year as a fifth-year senior. On top of his test, he also has a game tomorrow night.
So I don’t fuck him. I don’t wake him. I hold him and close my eyes to try to return to sleep.
We’re in the same apartment I lived in two years ago. Callum officially moved in with me after I proposed, and we decided to stay here at least until Callum finishes school. He wants to become a medical illustrator, and I have every intention of helping him get there. He sometimes stresses about taking out a loan for his last year because he refuses to accept my help with paying it off.
Well, we’re married now. His debts are my debts, and he won’t be able to stop me. Not with that.
Besides, I’ve been doing okay as a physical therapy assistant, and by the time he’s finished with school, I should be able to get a job as a physical therapist somewhere.