Page 50 of Famous Last Words (New York Thunder #1)

EPILOGUE

ROBBIE

I ’m watching tape from the last few games I’ve missed thanks to my wrongful suspension. It’s taken a little longer than expected to be cleared by the league. But as of tomorrow night, I’m officially back on the team, and I’m so fucking ready to get out onto the ice. There’s only so much frustration Fran can take away with her pussy, mouth and ass; sometimes, a guy just needs to fight.

It’s been a whirlwind few weeks since everything went down.

Tadd was officially charged.

Lola Grey released her public apology video on social media to her forty-two million followers, which, of course, went viral.

I was offered multiple exclusives, some worth more than a million bucks, just to get on TV and tell my side of the story. I turned them all down.

All that mattered was that my name and my reputation were cleared once and for all, that I was allowed to play hockey again, Tadd was getting what he deserved, and Lola Grey was getting the help she needed.

Well, that’s not all that mattered…

I look down to where Keller’s head rests in my lap, glancing at where she’s idly kicking her socked feet back and forth on the arm of the sofa. She’s fully immersed in the book she’s reading, the adorable crease between her eyebrows furrowing every so often as she really gets into the story.

This is what matters most. More than anything. Even more than hockey.Her. Fran fucking Keller.

She’s been staying with me practically 24/7 since all the shit with Tadd went down because I don’t trust him not to show up at her place, seeking revenge. And I love having her here. I am not ashamed to say that I am completely fucking obsessed with her. I want her with me constantly. When she’s not with me, I feel like there’s something missing—a gaping, Keller-sized hole.

“Move in with me,” I say, surprising myself.

The book Fran’s reading slowly moves, revealing her face.

“Huh?” Her forehead wrinkles with obvious confusion.

“Move in with me,” I say again with a little more conviction.

She sits up, wincing a little. She’s sick. Another PCOS flare up. And I hate that she’s in pain. I’d burn down the fucking world if it meant she didn’t have to go through this almost every month.

Clutching her belly, she turns to fully face me, her gaze flitting between my eyes.

“Move in with you…” she says slowly, as if she’s trying the words out for herself.

“Yeah.” I shrug a shoulder as if it’s no big deal. I’m not an idiot. Of course it’s a big deal. But maybe if I pretend it’s not, she’ll believe it.

“No way!” She scoffs, like the entire notion is ridiculous. “Robbie, I can’t move in with you. It’s way too soon.”

I guffaw. “Too soon? We’ve literally known each other since we were sixteen.”

“Yeah, when we hated each other.” She snorts. “ You’re the one who won’t let me forget that I made you shit your pants.”

“Yeah, but I love yo u.”

She softens then, and I mentally pat myself on the back because she’s a fucking goner every time I bust out the proverbial big guns.

“Besides, you’re always here anyway,” I add quickly. “And your place isn’t safe. I don’t like you being there.”

Fran rolls her eyes. “Robbie, I’ve been living there for three years without incident.”

“Yeah,” I balk. “But that was pre-Tadd being an unhinged psychopath. And before you were dating the hottest hockey star on the fucking planet.”

“Okay, calm down, Dallas ,” she scoffs.

I reach for her then, pulling her onto my lap, forcing her thighs on either side of mine so she has nowhere to look but directly into my eyes. I gently graze the back of my knuckles over her soft cheek, carefully tucking a lock of silky blonde hair behind her ear.

“I love having you here with me,” I begin. “You make this place feel like home. I’ve never had that before.”

Fran tilts her head to the side, smiling sadly at my words. “Robbie…”

I press a finger against her lips, silencing her.

“You belong here with me, Keller. Cuddled up next to me, reading your horny little romance books while I watch game tape.”

She rears back indignantly, pressing a hand to her chest like I’ve seriously offended her. “My books are not… horny .”

“I snuck a peak at the page you were reading last night in bed.” I smirk. “They’re horny, babe.”

Her cheeks flush, but she says nothing, biting back a smile.

I continue, “You belong here with me. Sitting on the kitchen island, watching me make dinner because you have literally no basic cooking ability.”

With a gasp, she swats at me, but the smile ghosting her lips tells me she knows I’m not wrong.

“You belong here wit h me.” I hold her waist, steadying her on my lap. “In my bed, every night, wearing one of my t-shirts and straddling my hips while you try to count my tattoos.”

I grin. So far, she’s up to sixty-two, even though I’ve tried to tell her my arms are classed as sleeves and technically equate to one tattoo each, but her stubborn ass is having none of it, and she’s determined to tally up the total. I have no idea why.

“But mostly, you belong here, with me, because when you’re not here, nothing feels right.”

“Aw, Robbie,” she whispers, her smile watery.

“So, will you?” I press, tugging on her t-shirt to bring her closer until my lips are grazing hers. “Move in with me?”

“What about when you’re away?”

“Then all I’ll be thinking about is coming home. To my girl.” I lick her bottom lip, smirking at the feel of her body shuddering in response.

“Okay… what about when I want to have friends over for a girls’ night?”

“I’ll make sure the wine is stocked before I head over to Dallas’s to play Call of Duty with the guys,” I say, adding another sweep of her lips with my tongue.

Fran sighs, and I can tell I’m breaking down her walls.

“And what about if?—”

I silence her by claiming her lips with mine, coaxing her mouth open with my tongue. She melts into me, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck and holding me close, accepting my kiss with a throaty moan.

“Can I have full closet control?” She practically whimpers against my lips, grinding her pussy against me.

I palm her ass cheeks to help her gain even more friction against my hardening cock. “Baby, you can have the whole fucking closet, for all I care.”

She sucks in a gasp, her fingers tugging on the lengths of my hair as she frantically chases the high she suddenly needs.

“Just say yes, Keller,” I murmur into our kiss with a sly grin. “Or I’ll fuck a yes out of you right here, right now. Loser comes first.”

“Yes,” she sighs.

I pull back enough to get a good look at her, her face a flurry of lust and need, hooded eyes glazed and frenzied. “Yes, you’ll move in with me, or yes, I can fuck a yes out of you. Use your words, Keller,” I chide teasingly.

With a frustrated whimper, she manages to somewhat pull herself together, looking me in my eyes, and fuck she’s beautiful when she’s on the verge of losing control, wide eyes, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, chest heaving.

“Yes, I’ll move in with you,” she says with a rushed breath.

My shoulders sag with relief, and I can’t contain the shit-eating grin from claiming me. “Yeah?”

She nods, her smile shy and adorable.

I thrust my hips up, pushing her harder against me, watching her eyes roll back.

Leaning closer, I lick my tongue into her mouth. “Can I still fuck you?”

“Robbie, it is a horror movie kill scene down there,” she whines against my lips.

“I know, Keller… I was asked for a photo with a fan in CVS this morning while I was loaded down with your pads and tampons. It’s all over the internet.” I swear I’ve never been this hard before. “Let me make you feel good, baby.”

She pulls back, studying me a moment. “You’re seriously not grossed out?”

I offer her a small smile I’m sure totally contradicts the fact that my impatient cock is currently pressed up against her cunt. “I love all of you, Fran.” I lower my voice to a whisper as I add, “Even the gross shit.”

She giggles, ducking her chin and averting her gaze downwards before looking back up at me. “If only high school Fran and Robbie could see us now.”

“I love you, Keller. ” I chuckle. “Even though you made me shit my pants.”

Fran’s gaze dips down to my lips and back again before she leans in with the ghost of a kiss. “I love you.”

I’m momentarily stunned because it’s the first time she’s said it out loud. Don’t get me wrong; I knew how she felt, but actually hearing her say the words… it hits different.

“Say it again,” I whisper, staring deep into her big blue eyes.

“I love you.”

I close my eyes, allowing her words to really sink in. “And again.”

She laughs under her breath. “I love you.”

I open one eye. “One more time.”

“I fucking love you!” she shouts, pinching my nipple through my sweatshirt and causing me to wince like a little bitch. “Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”

I flash her a knowing grin, rubbing at my sore nipple. “There’s my fucking girl.”

The End