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Chapter forty-one

Holt

The early morning light streaming in through the window wakes me up from the best sleep I’ve had in a really long time. It’s early, probably far earlier than I would normally get up, but at this moment, I couldn’t care less. I shift, my arm brushing against Becca’s back where she lies on her side.

“Morning,” she says, rolling over onto her back, her voice gruff from sleep.

I smile at the sight of her—hair messy, lines down her face from the pillowcase. She pushes the sheets down her stomach, revealing my Storm shirt she slept in.

She’s beautiful.

Perfect. Here.

Exactly where she belongs.

“Morning, sweetheart.” I lean over to kiss her, but she holds up a hand between us.

I frown.

“Morning breath,” she mutters, throwing the blanket off and climbing out of bed before I can tell her I don’t care. I just want to kiss her.

I tuck my arm behind my head, watching as she saunters to the bathroom, every step making my shirt ride up, giving me glimpses of her perky ass .

She closes the door, and I grab my phone to check the time and see it’s a little after seven. I know from experience that Jerry isn’t usually in his office until around nine.

“Plenty of time,” I mutter as I set my phone back on the nightstand.

“Plenty of time for what?” Becca asks as she comes back into the bedroom.

“For you to come get your ass back in bed so I can have my breakfast.” I wink at her as I stand and stalk toward her.

“Holt,” she murmurs against my chest when I pull her into me.

“Be a good girl and do what I say.”

She swallows, her pupils dilating, and for a minute, I think she’s going to argue, but she nods and walks toward the bed.

Satisfied she’ll be waiting for me when I come out of the bathroom, I shut the door and hurry to take care of business.

My grin gets bigger when I’m washing my hands and see her jewelry on the counter, her toothbrush in the holder next to mine. The small travel deodorant and brush she must have had in her purse or her car sitting by the sink.

It used to bug me when Kat left all of her makeup, or her face shit, out everywhere.

But I like seeing Becca’s stuff in my space.

Granted, she only has a few items compared to Kat’s twenty, but even if Becca had fifty products, I don’t think it would bother me.

I guess that’s what happens when you love someone, eh?

Love someone?

I stare at myself in the mirror.

I don’t know when I fell in love with her but I did.

I think back to Wes’s words. I am never going to hear the end of it. But I realize I don’t care. Because I’m in love. With Becca.

I never thought I’d be here after everything with Kat. Hell, I’d sworn off relationships and love after her, and now look at me.

Maybe people will think it’s too soon to feel this way. But I don’t give a damn. I deserve to be happy. We both do. She makes me happy and I’m pretty sure she feels the same way .

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I brush my teeth quickly and splash my face with water before shutting off the light, and opening the door.

My breath hitches in my throat when I walk back into my bedroom and see her sprawled out on my bed, naked.

“Sweetheart.” I run a hand down my face, my cock hardening as I step closer to get a better view. “I need to tell you something.”

Her expression shifts to confusion, and she sits up, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. “What is it?”

I step between her legs and nearly bend in half to kiss her. This kiss differs from others we’ve shared. It’s slow and more intimate. I don’t miss the way she sucks in a breath when I pull back.

“I love you,” I tell her, holding her gaze. “I don’t care if it’s crazy to say it so soon. If you’re not there yet, that’s fine . . .”

She reaches up and cups my chin. “I love you too.”

I swear my heart skips a beat at those four little words. The best words I’ve heard in a long time. Maybe one day they’ll be replaced by ‘ I now pronounce you husband and wife’ as my favorite words, but one thing at a time.

“I love Hazel, too. I want to be in your lives as long as you’ll have me,” she continues.

“Fuck yes.”

She giggles. “Should we continue with what you and I both know was going to happen when you came out of the bathroom?”

“Yes, please.” I take a step back.

She lies back down on her pillow, tucking her hands under her head. “Thought you might enjoy the view.”

“I do, but I have a better idea of what else I might enjoy. What we both will enjoy. ” I wink at her before grabbing her ankles, tugging her toward the end of the bed. She lets out a small shriek. “Can you keep quiet for me?”

I swipe a finger through her already wet center and bring it up to my lips, groaning as the taste of her hits my tongue. My cock gets even harder and I will it to calm down.

“Yeah,” she pants .

Dropping to my knees at the foot of the bed I get a beter view of her pussy, and fuck, it’s beautiful. I’m sure it tastes even better.

I lean forward and swipe my tongue through her slit, groaning at her taste. I lick her like a man starved, and maybe I am. I was never an oral guy. I’d do it if the woman I was with wanted it, but it wasn’t anything I craved. Until now. Because this is heaven.

Becca sinks her hands into my hair as if to hold me in place, and I peer up at her.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she moans when I suck on her clit.

Pulling back, I slide a finger inside of her, and she lets out a strangled sound.

I lift my head enough so I can meet her eyes, bouncing my eyebrows in what I hope is a reminder to stay quiet. She clamps a hand over her mouth.

“Good girl,” I praise.

Sliding a second finger inside of her, I begin to fuck her with my fingers. Her hips start to move, and I use my free hand to pin her in place.

“Holt, please. More.” Her voice is raspy, breathless.

Fuck, I love the way she says my name.

I do as she asks and lean down, sucking her clit into my mouth as I continue to glide my fingers in and out of her.

A few more thrusts and her legs shake, and I know she’s coming. She lets out a breathy whimper and what sounds like my name. I stroke her through her orgasm before gently pulling my fingers out of her.

I peer up at her, an arm thrown over her face and a pretty pink flush to her skin. She must sense my eyes on her because she moves her arm and meets my gaze.

“That was amazing, but now I need you to be a good boy and fuck me like I know you want to.” She stares pointedly at my erection.

My cock hardens even more at her praise. I shove my boxers down, grab a condom from my nightstand and sheath myself.

“Will you ride me?”

I grip my cock, moving my hand from base to tip a few times before crawling into bed next to her and lying down.

“Yes. ”

She sits up, and I help her straddle me, so her pussy is hovering over my cock. Reaching between us, she strokes me a few times, and I have to clench my teeth to keep from coming.

“Sweetheart . . .” I grit out. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come, and I’d rather come wrapped in your sweet pussy.”

“If you insist,” she says with a smirk before aligning herself over me and sliding onto my cock until she’s fully seated.

Her pussy walls flutter around me, and I groan. Gripping her hips, I thrust into her a few times. She gasps.

“This is going to be quick.”

“Please.” She moves her hips up and down, slowly at first and then faster.

I thrust into her, meeting her stroke for stroke. Reaching up, I cup her tit, using my thumb to toy with her hard nipples.

“I need you to get there, too. Touch yourself,” I tell her.

She does as I say, and within seconds, she’s coming again. I piston my hips a few more times, and that’s all it takes before I’m coming too.

Harder and longer than ever before.

This is definitely a moment I’ll never forget.

“Afternoon,” I greet Jerry when Becca and I walk into his office a few hours later.

Jerry stands, shaking my hand before turning to Becca. “You must be Dr. Jansen. Nice to meet you. I wish it was under better circumstances.”

She shakes his hand. “Me too.”

“This is Detective Barnett.” He gestures to the other gentleman in the room.

When I called Jerry earlier and told him what had been going on, he said he’d arrange for an officer to be there to take our statements at his office.

He thought it would be better than having a professional hockey player and the team’s physical therapist be seen entering the police station.

I agreed with him, and so did Sutton when I looped her in.

“Afternoon,” Detective Barnett says.

We take our seats, and I set the manila envelope containing the pictures and the letter on Jerry’s desk.

“It was delivered to my apartment building two days ago. The doorman signed for it,” Becca explains.

Jerry picks up the envelope, opens it, and flips through the photographs before handing everything to the detective.

Becca and I take turns telling them about the silver sedan we saw on numerous occasions.

The feeling we both had, that we were being watched.

Detective Barnett pulls out a small notebook and begins taking notes.

“There are thousands of silver sedans in Orlando. Did either of you get a glimpse of the license plate or who was in it?” Detective Barnett asks.

I shake my head. “Unfortunately, no.”

“I’ll investigate. See if I can find security footage or stoplight cameras. Do you remember which days and when on those days you saw it?”

Becca and I provide as much information as possible to the detective and answer the rest of his questions. He promises to be in touch if he finds out anything.

“Let’s get the paperwork started for the restraining orders, provided you still want to go through with them?” Jerry asks once the detective has left.

“We do,” I answer.

“That’s what I thought. Once you fill out the forms, I’ll file the paperwork with the clerk of court, and they’ll set a court date.”

I grimace at the idea of going to court.

He shakes his head. “I don’t like it either, but I also don’t like that Kat is stalking you both.”

With Jerry’s help, it doesn’t take us long to fill out the paperwork.

“What now?” I ask Becca as we make our way back to the parking garage, where my SUV is.

“I should probably go home so I can shower and get a few things done.”

We stopped by her place on the way to Jerry’s office so she could change her clothes and feed her cat, but there wasn’t enough time for her to shower since we’d had another round of sex after I got off the phone with him.

“Do you want me to drive you over there?” I ask once we’re in my G-Wagon.

“My car is still at your house, though.”

I nod, starting the engine.

“How about I follow you back to your place? You can do whatever you need to do, and then I’ll drive us back to my house. We can get Hazel, and maybe walk around the lake, or go for dinner? Something fun but relaxing before the second half of the season starts tomorrow.”

She smiles. “Sounds good to me.”