Page 128 of Through the Flames
“That’s right,” he snarled, hips hammering like a man possessed. “Fucking scream for me. Let everyone know who you belong to.”
And then I came, shattering into a thousand pieces as he drove me over the edge, orgasm tearing through me like a tidal wave. My body clenched around him so hard he cursed as he followed me down, thrusting deep one last time.
“Take my cum, baby,” he rasped before collapsing against me, sweat-slick and shaking, his lips still pressed to mine like he couldn’t let go.
When we both caught our breath again, Hunter leaned down, lips at my ear. “Told you I own you.”
***
Morning sunlight sliced through the blinds. Eyes still closed, I stretched my legs only to wince. My thighs were fucking aching, and my neck felt like it’d been mauled.
I rolled over, sliding my hand under the pillow, when my fingertips bumped against something hard and unfamiliar.Cracking one eye open, I pulled the object out and held it close to my face.
Why was there a guest pass tucked under my pillow?
I figured it out why almost instantly as I examined it more closely.
Scrawled across the front in black Sharpie, it read,Property of Hunter Rhodes.
I snorted and tossed it on the nightstand before flopping back against the pillows.
“So subtle,” I muttered to the ceiling, but a smile stretched my lips.
Thirty Seven
Hunter
Draft Day
I sat in the green room with Ella next to me, her hand in mine.
Colt was across the table with his parents — my real family, my only family, besides Ella and Sasha — and even Dom was there, although I still wasn’t entirely sure howthathad happened.
The NFL dream I’d worked my ass off for? It was here, and we were just waiting for my name to echo across the room.
The Commissioner stepped up to the mic. “With the 7th pick in the first round …”
My chest locked. Ella squeezed my hand.
“… the Louisiana Lions select … Hunter Rhodes, cornerback, Blue Ridge University.”
The room erupted with cheers and camera flashes, and a hundred hands reached out to me. But all I could see was Ella, standing on her tiptoes with tears sparkling in her eyes.
“You did it,” she whispered, cupping my face.
“No.” I kissed her, hard and fast. “I did itforyou.”
The jersey hit my hands, white and gold, my name stitched across the back. I held it up for the cameras, for once unable to hide my smile. Everyone clapped and cheered.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
S: Congrats. You deserve it.
I knew where my path would take me. My girl, my beacon, would pull me back to it.
Every single time.
I shoved it back because Ella leaned closer, chin tilted, thoughtful.
