Page 118 of Major Penalty
“Hey!” Rowan shouts, his glass raised. “Stanley Cup run, baby!”
Damien grabs another bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and pops it with a wild grin. The cork shoots across the yard like a bullet, and then I feel the champagne rain down on us.
The cork was just a warning shot. Now, it’s chaos. Everyone screams and ducks, but not us. Ares just kisses me harder, holding me tight as the champagne sprays down over us like liquid gold.
Ares carries me inside, arms tight around me. His skin is still wet from the champagne, and his laughter is still rumbling low in his chest. My back hits the door as it closes behind us, muffling the sounds of the celebration outside.
I slide my hands down his chest and whisper, “Look.”
He turns his head, his eyes following mine to the massive windows that stretch across the back of his house. The view is perfect—his teammates, my dad, the kids, everyone gathered under the sun, celebrating like this is more than a win.
“All these people,” I say, “in your home. This is your family, Ares. Big, loving, and here to stay.”
His lips part slightly, his eyes flickering across the yard. I know he can feel it, too.
I smile up at him, tears pricking the corners of my eyes as my heart swells. “There’s something I’ve been keeping from you.”
“What?” His brows furrow instantly. His voice is gentle, but I see a hint of fear. Not again, not another secret.
I slide my arms around his neck tighter and whisper, “I transferred colleges. I’m staying in LA.”
“You’re not serious?” His eyes widen.
“I am.” My voice breaks with the smile I can’t hold back. “I’m staying. I want to be here with you.”
He stares at me, frozen, and then he closes his eyes tight, presses his forehead to mine, and kisses me like he’s trying to memorize every inch of my mouth.
“I love you, Ares,” I whisper against his mouth.
He chokes out a laugh, a soft, disbelieving sound.
“I love you,” he breathes, hoarse and raw. “God, I love you, too.”
I laugh as he walks me deeper into the house. “We’re all sticky from the champagne—”
“I’ll lick you clean,” he cuts me off with a devilish grin.
“Ares!” I squeal as he throws me over his shoulder again, laughing breathlessly as he takes the stairs two at a time. “You can’t!”
He slaps my ass and growls, “I can do whatever the fuck I want to my woman in our house.”
“Our house?” I whip my head back.
He sets me down in the bedroom, eyes blazing.
“You own everything. Every part of me is yours, including this house.”
I crash into him, kissing him until my knees go weak. I push him back onto the bed, straddling him, and give him my most sinful smile.
“You mean this is mine, too?” I murmur, palming his already hard cock over his pants.
He tilts his head to the side, watching me with heat building in his eyes.
“All yours,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “What are you planning to do with it?”
I lean down, my lips brushing his ear, my heart pounding.
“Whatever I want. Forever”
THE END
