Her heels dug into my ass, and she moved against me. “You’re so fucking perfect. You feel like fucking heaven on my dick,” I grunted at her, ignoring the squeak of the car’s suspension as I pounded her into the pillows. I wanted to see her riding me, but I didn’t think I could pull the move off in the back of my SUV. Instead, I grabbed one of her legs and bent it back higher, grinding down harder, hitting a spot inside her that was making her grip my cock until I was beginning to see lights in my vision.

She moaned my name on repeat, and I hooked my arm under her other thigh, bending her in half until she was screaming her orgasm. I came with her, taking her lips and groaning into her mouth as my thighs fucking shook with release.

I released her legs and rolled to the side before I crushed her to death. I was panting like I’d just been skating lightning drills, and I couldn’t feel my thighs any longer.

She was breathing heavily too, as I gathered her onto my chest. “Holy shit.”

“Aw, baby, you know it. That was…”

“Yeah…” she breathed back.

The lightning was striking, sending Marty McFly back to the future, and I had never been so content in my whole damn life. I snuggled down with her, kissing her softly, and we watched the second movie. By the time that movie ended, she was sound asleep in my arms, and I’d lost a little piece of my heart to her.

Chapter Thirty-Two

NOVA

I sat beside Devan at the IceCaps game, Huey once again snuggled up against his chest. I enjoyed the sight of him effortlessly carrying around an infant. Plus, Huey was probably safer with Devan in case one of River’s psycho exes popped out of the woodwork again.

I was definitely getting into this hockey thing now. I was wearing my Cooper jersey, snuggled into Devan’s side. We weren’t right on the glass today, preferring to sit a bit further up in the stands. I saw Julieta up in the family box and gave her a wave. She’d been blowing up my phone to come over for another girls’ night, and my liver had recovered enough—or maybe I’d forgotten the suffering of that hangover enough—that I was totally down.

The IceCaps were up one goal, but Ontario was keeping them on their toes. It was a fast-paced game that was going to give me whiplash with the amount they went up and down the ice.

At the end of the first period, the stadium’s jumbotron lit up with the kiss cam, and I laughed as old couples made out like teenagers and friends looked horrified, waving their hands like it wasn’t ever going to happen.