Page 152 of Shattered Souls
“Jesus Christ, Riley. I need to fuck your face.”
I can’t make out his expression in the dim light of the alley. He probably can’t see mine either, so I pop my mouth off him,and in a voice that sounds nothing like mine, I taunt, “So fuck my face.”
He makes a pained sound before his hand applies enough pressure to the back of my head to hold me down on his dick as he thrusts his hips, fucking in and out of my mouth. All I can do is dig my fingers into his ass and hold on for the ride. Saliva dribbles out of the corner of my mouth, mixing with the tears streaming down my face, and I’m so unbelievably turned on by the dirtiness of what we’re doing that I shove my hand in my panties and begin rubbing at my clit until bright lights dance across the backs of my eyes.
“Shit. Fuck. I’m going to come,” he warns a split second before warm seed fills my mouth and spills down my chin. Before I have the chance to swallow, I’m hauled to my feet in a daze, and Royce slams his lips over mine. His tongue pushes its way into my mouth, and he groans as he swirls his ejaculate around our mouths.
His hand shoves into my panties, and I moan as he sinks two thick fingers into my wet heat.
“Swallow,” he orders as he licks across my chin, soaking up what spilled as he roughly finger fucks me. My ragged breaths intertwine with his, and it takes mere seconds for him to bring me to the edge. “Come for me, Ry. I want to lick you off my fingers so I can taste both of us on my tongue.”
Well, Jesus, when he says it like that.
I’m a goner, my release flooding his fingers as he rubs at my clit and leaves me unable to stand on my own two feet. He carefully maneuvers us so I can sag against the wall, keeping one arm around me for support as he brings the one he had in my panties to his mouth.
Eyes closed, his features are smoothed in sheer bliss as he sucks his fingers between his lips and hums. Even when heopens them to look at me, his eyes are darkened with lust, pupils blown.
“Fuck, yeah. Never listen to a word Grayson says. Dude’s an idiot. You shouldabsolutelykeep working here so we can do this after every shift.”
And now I’m standing outside of my place of work, cheeks red from an orgasm and laughing my head off.
Royce watches me with a quirk of his lips and an endearing look in his gaze before he leans in and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “You’re beautiful when you laugh.” My hand fists in the front of his shirt, keeping him close as I deepen the kiss.
I keep it short, and as I pull away, I murmur, “I love you.”
Wrapping me in a bear hug, he brings his face to my ear. “Love you too, sweetheart. Ready to go home?”
He links his fingers through mine when I nod, and hand in hand, we head for his car.
45
RILEY
“You’re doing so good, sweetie!” I wave when Aurora glances my way.
Ava and I sit on the cold metal bleachers, bundled up in our coats and scarves, as we watch our kids on the ice. We introduced Aurora and Isabella a couple of weeks ago, and they’ve been inseparable ever since. They both play on the Hot Shot Huskies together, and they’ve also begun dance lessons. The girls also demand play dates if they go more than a day without seeing one another. They’re besties, and it’s so adorable to watch.
It means I see a lot more of Ava, and I’ve really enjoyed having that girl time and, more importantly, havingmomtime. I’ve never been friends with someone else who has a kid, and it is unbelievably therapeutic to have someone who gets it—the juggling, the challenges, the highs and the lows. I may no longer be doing this alone, but that doesn’t mean raising a kid is easy.
“Mommy!” Aurora calls.
“I see you, baby. Well done!” I give her the thumbs up before she turns away, focusing on whatever new move Logan just taught her. She wobbles in her tiny skates and oversized helmetbut manages to keep her balance. Isabella, who’s a bit older and more confident, skates circles around her.
Just thinking his name has my gaze sliding his way. Logan looks every bit the hockey coach in his jeans and skates, guiding them both with patience and enthusiasm. He’s got a knack for this, for teaching and making it fun.
“Look at Aurora go,” I say, my voice filled with pride as she manages to skate a few feet without falling. “She’s loving this.”
Ava chuckles. “Isabella’s been talking about it non-stop. I think we have a couple of future hockey stars on our hands.”
We laugh, but my eyes never stray far from Aurora. Now that we’ve all settled into a comfortable routine, we’ve brought Aurora to the rink as often as we could these past few weeks. She’s taken to it like a duck to water, always eager to lace up her skates and glide across the ice. At home, she cheers for Logan during the Huskies’ games, her little voice echoing through the living room. Unfortunately, since the team has reached regionals, all their games have been away, but if they win the semi-finals next week, we’ve promised her we’ll go to the championship.
Not only would Aurora love that, but so would Logan. Having us all standing rinkside cheering him on. My heart swells with pride and anticipation as I imagine us all there. Logan killing it on the ice. The Huskies taking home the trophy. My gaze slides to Logan, who’s now showing the older kids how to execute a perfect slapshot. He looks effortlessly handsome, his jeans hugging his frame just right, and his movements on the ice are fluid and powerful. There’s something about how he commands the rink, a natural authority that’s simultaneously attractive and reassuring.
My eyes follow him as he skates back to Aurora, kneeling to her level and demonstrating a simple skating drill. She watches him intently, her little face scrunched in concentration.He places his hands gently on her shoulders, guiding her movements, and she beams up at him, trusting and eager to learn.
“He’s so good with her,” Ava comments, nudging me with her elbow. “It’s like he was made for this.”
A warm feeling spreads through me as I watch them. “He really is. They all are. The way they all pay attention to her, make her feel special... it’s incredible.”
