Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,95

be and the father that I was. I need you in my life, and I want to be a part of yours.”

“Lachlan.”

“You said one day I’d realize I wasn’t the center of the universe.”

“And you said you only wanted to be the center of mine.”

“Red, will you stay married to me?”

It was the silliest and best and most romantic question I’d ever heard. I pulled him close and dropped into his arms.

“I love you so much, Lachlan.”

“Is that a yes?”

I picked a ring from the box and slipped a band onto his finger. “Yes, I will stay married to you.”

He kissed my finger before placing the ring on it. “Can I call you my wife without you getting mad?”

“Sure…but you know it’s impolite to talk with your mouth full.”

“You’re absolutely right…”

Lachlan lifted me from the couch. I had no idea where he summoned the strength after a game that probably destroyed every last muscle that had already torn, frayed, bruised, and busted from training camp. He didn’t complain, only raced to drop me on the bed so he could tug off my clothes.

I did the same, but my hands stilled over his dark bruises. He shrugged me away, kissing me, despite his pain.

All the more reason for me to give him a little present of my own.

I didn’t stay on my back. I pushed him to the sheets.

“Elle…what…?”

I swung over him, my head at his waist and my panties inches from his face. He got the message.

“The last thing I want is my husband straining himself after such a hard game.” I squeezed his cock through his boxers. “Such a big game.”

Lachlan panted as I licked the head of his cock. He ripped my panties to the side and sunk his mouth over my slit. “Yeah. Really…uh…wet game.”

He was bad at this, but I couldn’t fault him. He used his skilled tongue for teasing, not puns. I shuddered as he explored every inch of me—sucking, flicking, slurping until I groaned.

“It was a really tight game…” I stroked him, licking his impossibly hard shaft.

“Hot on the field.”

I took him in my mouth, grinning as he throbbed against my tongue.

Lachlan bucked his hips. “Yeah…made me wanna go deep.”

“All the way?”

Lachlan sucked hard against me. “Fuck me, Red.”

“That’s not a cliché—”

The game was over. He shifted under me, but I didn’t let him up. Not with those bruises, and not when I still had so much to offer him.

I straddled him, touching his chest, his cheek, his lips. He kissed my fingertips, but not another word needed to be said.

We could tease all we wanted, be as dirty as we liked, but this moment was something serious, consecrating.

I pumped him in my hand and took a breath. He held me as I guided that hard cock inside me.

We both groaned. I slid down his pulsing shaft, and I shuddered as our bodies met.

Together.

I had no idea how perfect it could feel.

His hands brushed my curves, settling at my waist. I loved his touch. His gaze. The way he smiled, as if he were simply amazed by me.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Forever?”

I raised my hand, showing him the wedding band. “Just try to take it off me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. It was hell getting it on there.”

“Well, now you have me.” I bumped my hips. “What do you want to do to me?”

“Get married…” He shrugged. “Already did that.”

I smirked. “Make a baby…whoops.”

“Have a happily-ever-after?”

I grinned. “I don’t believe in fairy-tales.”

“Better start. This one belongs to you.”

I trembled as he hit the perfect spot inside me.

The perfect husband. The perfect life.

A perfect family.

I ground against him, bouncing little by little against that thickness until my eyes closed, lips parted, and my heart raced my desire to see which would burst first.

Lachlan’s held me—not crushing me against him, not forcing me faster or slower, harder or softer, deeper or shallower. He caressed me. Touched me. Cradled me near and dropped his hand to my tummy, still flat and secret.

As much as I had wanted to prove my love to him, it wasn’t necessary. Every beat of my heart, every grace of my fingertips, every shuddered thrill that warmed my core was my love for him.

No words. No promises. No declarations.

Just us.

Connected.

Sharing a bond that seemed so impossible but strengthened with every whisper, every touch, every quiet whimper that forged our own once upon a time.

I gripped him hard, struggling as we both tensed and shifted, shuddered and moaned. A sharp, beautiful, and undeniable