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A wide grin tugs at the corners of my lips as she latches her golden eyes onto my face and comeshard. Her pussy clamps down so tight, my dick gets locked in her ass.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Here you go.”

Unadulterated pleasure spreads through every nerve ending as I erupt deep inside her. With a choked moan, I spasm with an endless swell of rapture, my vision nearly blacking out. Reams of cum spurt from the tip for what feels like minutes, until Pen’s wiggling brings me back to reality.

I slip out along with a trail of heated liquid and flop onto my back.

Pen flips around to lay her face on my chest, and I caress her head.

“You’re not really going to do that, are you?” she asks.

“Do what?”

“Make me fuck you in front of everyone.”

I chuckle. “Of course I will.”

She presses her chin against my sternum and sneers. “Ryan…”

“What?”

With a contented sigh through her nose, she says, “You’re deranged.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” My fingers trace through her soft hair as I press my lips to the top of her head. “Besides. It’s too late. You’re appointed to me, and there’s no turning back.”

With a casual shrug, she presses her cheek to my chest and says, “No bother. I’m sure you’llloveit when everyone sees me naked.”

My eyes snap wide open. “Well…” Maybe I spoke too soon.

Glancing down, I see the satisfied smirk on her lips, and I can’t help but match it with my own.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

months later

It’sdark and I’m worried.

No one should be out here, but what if Adal or Nico decided they weren’t done with Ryan? What if…

Ugh, I just need to get there.

Hurriedly, I shut off my Harley and hustle down the darkened trail toward the rioting rapids.

All I know is I got a text from Aiden, saying that I needed to find Ryan at the top of the waterfall. That he has to tell me something, and it didn’t look good. I asked why he didn’t go, but Aiden said Ryan was specifically requesting me.

Everything has been going well. Even the hockey season has turned out brilliantly with the Nighthawks going to finals.

Despite him driving me insane at times and his wanton need to fuck me wherever we are, we haven’t really argued much. I thought things were peaceful.

But as I round the corner toward the same spot where I met him, my heart flips. What if I’ve been lying to myself?

My steps slow. Yellow candles dance in the breeze, illuminating the way toward a tall figure all aglow in themoonlight. He’s dressed in a black suit and beckoning me with two fingers.

I gasp. It’s theperfect momentin our perfect place.

Immediately, tears spring to my eyes, but I manage to make it to him.

Instead of being on a low rock beneath him, he lifts me until we’re face to face and slips an arm around my waist. My body responds before my mind can catch up—heartbeat skittering, breath shallow, something warm and dizzying unfurling beneath my ribs. He looks at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever prayed for.