Page 101 of Lost on Ice
When he slips a finger inside me, I moan, biting my lip to keep from being too loud. He pumps his fingers and sucks onmy sensitive little bud, and I have to grip the sheets above my head as the urge to break and grab hold of him grows almost overwhelming. Instead, I try to hook my legs around him to hold him against me, but his grip on my thighs is firm and I can’t budge.
I’m helpless to do anything but take what he’s giving me and my orgasm slams through me within moments. The pleasure is so intense, my mind goes blank and I forget to keep my hands above my head. Writhing beneath his mouth, I drop my arms and dig my fingers into his hair as I undulate against his face.
He doesn’t let my orgasm dissipate before pushing up onto his knees and grabbing my hips, yanking me toward him.
“Bad girl,” he smirks. “You broke my rule.”
I’m dragging my fingernails down his arms. “I held out for as long as I could.”
Lifting my hips so I’m lined up with his length, he replies, “Is that so? Still, I need to punish you a bit. You didn’t even ask for permission to move.”
Before I can respond, he surges into me with one hard thrust. I throw my head back and open my lips to cry out, but he presses his hand to my mouth to stifle the sound. As he begins pounding into me, I sink my teeth into the soft pad of his palm. He growls, his muscles straining, and he moves his hips faster.
“Fuck, Abbie,” he groans. “You always feel so good, I’m going to lose my mind…”
I moan against his hand and grip his wrist, but not to push him away. I just need something to anchor myself down so I don’t go flying off into space.
Jake bends over me and presses his forehead to mine. “I love you. I love you so fucking much. You’re going to be my wife—mine—forever.”
The combination of his passionate words and merciless thrusts is more than I can take. My body seizes and my secondorgasm rips through me. I scream against his hand, thrashing beneath him as I come and come and come.
“Oh, fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight…” He drops his face against my neck and roars against my skin as he finds his own release. I feel him pulsing deep inside me and I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Several moments pass before he collapses onto the bed next to me, releasing his hold on my mouth. I gasp, sucking in air. Jake kisses my cheek.
“You okay? Was I too rough?”
“No,” I assure him, cupping his cheek and smiling over at him. “It was amazing.”
Grinning, he nuzzles against my neck, whispering, “I can’t believe you’re going to be my wife.”
Warmth blooms inside me as well as a feeling of peaceful contentment.
“You’re going to be my husband,” I say softly.
We lay like that for long moments, wrapped in each other’s arms, soaking in the warmth and love that we’ve gone through hell and back to claim, and I know we’ll fight like hell to always keep.
Epilogue
ABBIE
ONE YEAR AND THREE MONTHS LATER
“Happy Fourth of July!”
Sophie and I pose together with our pregnant bellies touching as I hold up my phone and take a selfie of the two of us.
Jake and I are hosting a barbecue in the backyard of our beautiful two-story Victorian-style house. We moved into it about six months ago, after spending some time fixing it up. I love everything about it. The original, refinished woodwork, the large bay window in the kitchen, and the big backyard where Lilah can run around and play.
The best part, though, is that Sophie and Carter live just down the block.
“Let me see,” Sophie says, reaching for my phone to inspect our picture. “Oh! Look at us! We’re so cute. I can’t believe we’re both pregnant… God, it’s so nice to have someone to go through it with me this time.”
“Agreed.” I nod, rubbing a hand over my swollen belly. “It’s going to be so fun to watch all the kiddos growing up together.”
We look around the yard at all our friends gathered together. Jake, Tom, and Carter are gathered around the grill, beers in hand, talking about the recent hockey season. Jordan and his friends are keeping Lilah and Chase entertained, and little Hunter is asleep in his playpen under the shade of a large maple tree.
It’s so peaceful and idyllic, I can hardly believe this is my life. I’m so lucky and so happy. It’s crazy to think how close I was to losing all this. Thankfully, Westbrook’s trial is finally over and the asshole is locked away for a really long time. Apparently, I wasn’t the first woman he stalked, so there was plenty of evidence to use to get him thrown in prison. Having him behind bars is such a relief. I feel like I can breathe freely for the first time in years.
