Page 137 of Get Me to the Starting Line

I’ll never grow tired of the view of her on top of me, gloriously naked, taking my cock like a fucking goddess.

She teases and torments me this way, keeping her torturously slow pace until I can’t stand it anymore. I hold her hips and slam her back down onto me, her cry of pleasure music to my ears as I pump wildly inside her.

My fingers find her clit and I work her in time with my thrusts, bringing her close to her climax only to move my fingers until she’s panting, trembling as she comes on top of me. Her pussy contracts tightly around me, and my movements lose all rhythm as my own orgasm builds to its peak.

I cry out with a groan as I fuck her through our orgasms, spilling into her as she rides me until the last wave of pleasure crashes over us.

Holy fuck.

How is it better every fucking time?

Her small body drapes over me, both of us panting as I hold her, trying to cover her whole body with mine. Never have I been so grateful to take up so much space so I can envelop her. I never want to let go. Her lips trace the contours of my chest, across my tattoo. And I do the same to hers.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you about this,” I say, dragging my finger across the daisy tattoo on her forearm.

“Paige and I have matching tattoos for our mom,” she says sadly.

“It’s beautiful.”

“So is yours.”

Last night I told her about it. The feathered wings overlapping with flowers and waves, clouds rolling in. It’s a masterpiece, every element weaving together to create a map of everything I thought I wanted.

Wings to fly, the sea for isolation, the flowers for the beauty I could never quite appreciate, and the clouds to escape to. Inspired by Viking lore, it’s always represented what I feel inside but could never find the words to express—gave me the space I desperately craved.

I’ve been more comfortable showing it lately, more comfortable in my own skin.

Leah has kissed every inch of the tattoo, made me give words to every feeling, and has loved me through it all, never once making me feel like I had to be smaller. Not fearing my strength or my size.

She accepts all of who I am and in turn, she’s helped me accept myself.

I’m living in a constant state of dreaming.

Dreaming of daily runs with her. Of playing with Levi and visiting her at work. Of training hard during the day and coming home to the love of my life—my family. Getting to love her every day, every night.

Feeling her body against mine and revelling in every second. From seeing her riled up in anger one moment to charging at me with passion in the next. Laughing. Filled with joy.

It’s all a dream.

Except better, because it’s real.

Freezingmyassoffin an arena has become my life. But I wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

Émilie struggles in my arms, trying to get to her brother and daddy when they skate out onto the ice. My three-year-old daughter and my heart keep me warm as I watch Julien and Levi high-five their blockers before Levi skates to the net and Julien moves with ease in front of him, beginning their warm-up.

Julien takes Levi through a series of stretches as the other coaches on the U9 team warm up around them.

Seeing little eight-year-old Levi in all his goalie gear is both hilarious and the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I never get tired of it.

When Julien and I moved in together, he insisted Levi start hockey right away, even though he was barely two and a half. It was a huge blessing for us because after we got his autism diagnosis, we were able to throw as much as we could into programs for him.

Seeing him thrive not just in hockey but in his development has eased some of my worries that hewould struggle in his life.

And when I got pregnant six months later, right after Julien finished the final year of his goalie career with five NHL Stanley Cup wins under his belt, he insisted all he wanted was to be a stay-at-home dad.

I swear our kids are the luckiest kids in the world, and I can’t wait to tell him we’re about to be outnumbered. I know he’ll want another daughter, especially since he started coaching Émilie’s teeny tiny hockey team.

Watching Julien coach our kids and run goalie camps for children like it’s everything he’s ever wanted in the world makes me fall more and more in love with him every day. I have to pinch myself sometimes.

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