Page 154 of Icebound Hearts

Sawyer thrusts into me sharply. “Yeah, just like that, heartbreaker. I’m going to fuck you to pieces to make up for lost time.”

“Oh my god,” I groan and erupt on his cock, but he doesn’t let up. He fucks me through it, getting more desperate with each thrust. I bury my face in his neck, moaning against it.

“Let it out, heartbreaker, but it’s just the start. I’m gonna make you come again,” Sawyer grunts as he thrusts in and out of me with a growing intensity, refusing to let me come down.

His body claps against mine, filling the closet with the sound. If anyone walked by, there’s no way they wouldn’t hear us in here, but I’m too gone to care. The only thing that matters to me right now is the way Sawyer’s making me feel, inside and out.

His eyes bore into mine, flaming in the dim light from outside, and when he crashes his lips into mine, I shudder and lose it again.

“That’s my good girl. Come with me,” Sawyer whispers. “But we’d better keep it down.” He puts a hand over my mouth to muffle the noises I’m making and rests his forehead against mine as his eyes squeeze shut. His breathing turns ragged, and a few thrusts later, he lets out all the breath he’s been holding as he comes. His body bucks against mine in spasms until he empties the last of himself in me, then stands gasping and trembling to hold us both up.

Chuckling, he pulls out gently and lowers me back to my feet before he reaches down to scoop up the cum that’s already trailing down the inside of my thigh. He pushes it back in with two fingers and massages my clit with his thumb, making my breath catch and my heart race. Now that he’s had his vasectomy reversed, this could get me pregnant—but the thought turns me on way more than it scares me.

“You know what you’re doing, right?” I whisper to him, and he smirks and nods.

“I do. And I hope this is the one. I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my baby,” he says, still fingering me and stroking my clit with his thumb.

Blood rushes to my face at his words and a gasp tumbles out of my mouth. Sawyer nods, encouraging me, and lets out a hungry growl at the look on my face as another orgasm sweeps over me. My eyes flutter shut and squeeze so hard that little lights and stars appear on the inside of my eyelids. My legs wobble and I fall back against the wall, but Sawyer holds me steady with his free hand while he fingers me through it.

It feels like it goes on forever, but when my eyes finally peel open again, the love of my life is right there. Still supporting and holding me up—just like he always will.

“That was perfect,” I whisper.

He makes a noise in his throat, slowly dragging his fingers out of me. “No,you’reperfect.”

I laugh softly, cupping the back of his neck and kissing him again. When we separate, he arches a brow at me, his eyes glinting in the darkness.

“That was the last item on your list, you know,” he says.

My eyes widen, and I mentally run through both the list and everything we’ve done together. I shake my head ruefully as I nod. “Yeah, I guess it was.”

“You know what this means, don’t you?”

“What?”

His smile turns sinful and hungry, and I swear he could make me come again just by looking at me the way he is right now. “We’ll have to make a whole new bucket list. Together.”

Anticipation flutters in my stomach, and I trail my fingers down his broad chest, feeling the heartbeat that thuds steadilybehind his ribs. The heart that beats for me. For Jake. For his family.

Wrapping my hand around the tie he’s still wearing, I pull him in for a deep kiss, smiling against his lips.

“I’m ready whenever you are, Mr. Townsend.”

Epilogue Two

Declan

Six Months Ago

Blood pumps in my ears, drowning everything else out. My chest is heaving from hustling across the ice to outpace my opponent, and the edges of my vision are blurry, but my gaze is locked on the net that’s still swishing from the force of my shot. I watch the puck intently like it’s going to come rushing back out at any second while I catch my breath. This training session has been brutal, but if going hard like this is what it takes to get me into the NHL, I’ll do it.

I may not have gotten into the league right out of college, but I’m not giving up. Not for anyone or anything.

“Holy shit, dude,” Finn laughs as he skates up from behind me. “That was intense. If there was a goalie there, they’d be dead.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing you decided not to play goalie today, huh?”

Finn chuckles and punches my arm. “That would’ve made it too hard for you to score.”