by Rebel Hart
In this moment nobody else mattered.
In this moment it was only us. And we deserved it.
He ran his hand up my leg, his fingers whispering up the denim, and stopped when his fingers reached the waistband of my jeans. He tugged playfully at them, pulling my ass off the elevator wall. When he released me, he leaned in closer and slipped two fingers under the waistband, where he proceeded to run them back and forth across my lower stomach.
Butterflies fluttered excitedly inside me.
He chuckled against my throat, forcing my head back with his own. “You’re trembling,” he said.
I didn’t doubt it. William Hughes had some kind of hold on me, and I prayed he never let go. For the first time since I was sixteen I could see my future again. It wasn’t hockey. It wasn’t even on the ice.
It was him.
The man who infuriated me like no other. Who made me want to scream into pillows. Who had a smile worth dying for and a laugh worth killing for.
Somehow he was mine. And I was his.
And we had a lifetime ahead of us full of adventure and the unknown and love.
True happiness flooded through me.
For once all that uncertainty didn’t scare me. The old Kim might have been trembling out of fear. But this Kim was trembling with excitement and purpose. He was right. There was something out there for me. All I had to do was find it. And I had faith I would succeed because he was going to be there holding my hand and holding up the light to help me see what path to choose.
“I’m just really happy,” I told him.
He trailed his lips across my jaw. “So am I.”
I shivered. He chuckled against my skin.
How was I lucky enough to get to listen to that sound every night? How was I the girl he wanted? How—
I gave my head a shake.
No more wondering and disbelieving. No more discrediting the moment and spoiling it by trying to pick it apart.
I pulled his face up to mine for more kisses. He smiled against my lips and braced himself with a hand on either side of me against the elevator wall. The bell chimed with every floor climbed, counting us up to his penthouse where I knew our clothes would be discarded with reckless abandon.
William flicked open the button on my jeans.
I gasped. “William. Not here.”
“Hush,” he breathed. “Nobody is getting on. Perks of living in the penthouse. We ride straight up. The only way this elevator stops is if there’s an emergency.”
The only present risk of emergency was me melting into a puddle at his feet.
He eased a hand down the front of my jeans.
“You’re bad,” I giggled breathlessly.
“I can be.”
He ran his fingers over my panties, teasing my clit beneath the thin fabric. He stared into my eyes as he did so, almost like he was daring me to make a noise.
“I can be bad, too,” I purred.
“Little Kim Renwick? Bad?” He moved to worship my throat with soft kisses and pinches of his teeth. “I don’t believe you.”
I shuddered against the wall as his lips fell lower and lower until he reached the collar of my fleece sweater. He growled in frustration and I appeased him by pulling it off over my head, now wearing nothing but a black tank top. William nodded his approval and continued to taste my skin. I worked my fingers into his hair and held him to my chest as he gently bit the soft flesh of my breasts.
Then I took his hand, pulled it up, and then guided him back down, this time under my panties.
When he touched my wet pussy, he moaned against my chest.
I moaned back, pushing my ass off the wall and lifting my hips to him, encouraging him to give me what I wanted and press his fingers inside me.
The elevator chimed, stopped, and chimed again. The doors slid open to reveal his penthouse.
“Hold that thought,” he said.
His hand came free of my jeans. I groaned in protest, but he scooped me up and carried me into the house, where he promptly set me down in the living room, turned me around, and pinned me against the window front first, crushing my breasts and cheek against the glass.
My breath fogged the window as he stripped my jeans off of me, and then worked my panties off. They got caught between my thighs and he jerked them free. Stitching tore. My pussy grew instantly wetter.
He slapped my ass and came to stand in close behind me. Then one of his hands pulled the hair tie from my hair so he could grab hold of it and pull my head back, forcing me to rest it against his chest as he used his other hand to rub my pussy in slow, delicious circles.
William tightened his grip in my hair. I stretched to the tips of my toes. A whimper escaped my lips. He held me tighter. I squeezed my eyes closed and William kissed along my shoulder blades as he rubbed me. When he eased his finger inside me, I groaned with desperation.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he breathed.
I nodded against the window.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” I managed.
“How good?”
I whimpered and squirmed beneath him, but he held me fast, his finger inside me going still.
“How good?” he asked again.
My insides responded of their own volition, swelling around his finger. He shuddered behind me. I felt the ripple go through him and found my voice. “So good,” I cooed. “I need you. Please.”
“Not yet, baby,” he whispered.
He pressed another finger inside me.
I cried out with pleasure. Then he fucked me hard and fast. I could hear how wet I was. The sounds of my own juices and his breathlessness in my ear sent me spiraling, and I gave in, crying out against the glass as I came hard and fast. The inside of my thighs dripped and William rubbed my wetness over my flesh before turning me around and releasing my hair.
I yelped in surprise when he crouched down and threw me over his shoulder. As he carried me down the hall to his room, his hand found its way back between my legs and he fucked my pussy mercilessly. The shoulder of his shirt was wet when he set me down on the bed and began undressing.
I watched his clothes come off his body with primal hunger. His cock sprang free from his boxers and I didn’t know where to look: his abs, pecs, cock, shoulders, arms—all of him was a sculpted masterpiece.
I reached for him. “Come here.”
He obliged and came to his knees on the bed in front of me. I pulled him toward me and rose to my knees as well, hooking an arm behind his neck so I could hold him close for deep, passionate kisses. He moaned into my mouth and held my hips, pulling me in close so I could feel the length of him against my belly.
I stroked him with my free hand and caught his bottom lip between my teeth.
William took a hand under my back and lowered me down to the bed beneath him. I spread my legs and let him settle between my thighs and continued to work him over with my hand. He reached between my legs and rubbed me, and we both whimpered and clung to each other as our skin grew sticky with perspiration.
“I need you right now,” I told him. “Inside me.”
He straightened and reached across me. I kissed his chest and abs and pressed my nails lightly into his skin as he pulled open a drawer beside the bed and fumbled for a condom. As he tore it open and rolled it on, I shimmied down closer to him and he pinned me down with his hands on my hips. Then he dropped his own hips to mine and slowly pushed his cock inside me.
My eyes practically rolled back in my head.
“Oh hell yes,” I breathed.
The heel of his hand found my clit. He pushed down hard. I bucked beneath him. The pressure was wildly intense; I couldn’t withstand it for long. And he knew it. He filled me up, pushing deep inside me until I couldn’t take any more of him, and then he rocked against me.
My orgasm rocked me senseless.
When I came up for air, William was there, breathing it into his lungs. I kissed and clawed and nipped at him and he rode out
the wave with me, burying himself deep inside me, so deep I thought I would break.
But I could not break. Not with him holding me together.
I stroked his cheeks and loved the way the stubble on his jaw tickled my palms. I pulled him down for more kisses as we made love. I held him tighter as he began to lose his control. He gripped my shoulder with one hand and my hip with the other. I rolled against him, daring him to come, and our lips never broke their seal.
Until I spoke to him. “Come for me, William.”
His brow creased.
I lifted my ass off the bed. “Please,” I pleaded. “Fuck me hard until you come.”
He groaned into our kiss and gave in to the sheer power he possessed. His body dominated me and I cried with pleasure as we both came undone together, falling apart in the most wondrous of ways and melting into the mattress when we were done, chests heaving, eyelids heavy, bodies tingling with release.
I rolled into the groove of his arm and rested my cheek on his still heaving chest. His heart thundered loyally beneath my ear. “I love you,” I whispered.
His heart calmed one beat at a time. “I love you too.”
Epilogue
William
Six Months Later
Hockey season was in full swing.
I had the bruises and aches and pains to prove it.
Luckily I had my own personal masseuse who was also very skilled at kissing said aches and bruises better.
I got out of the back of the luxury car outside our hotel in downtown Los Angeles around two in the afternoon. I didn’t have much time between my morning interviews and late afternoon practice, but I wanted to see my girl. Every minute counted, especially right now while we were on the road.
I slipped through the doors and offered my obligatory waves and smiles to everyone in the lobby who recognized me. Some flocked toward me, but I didn’t delay. I slipped onto the elevator, barely escaping the reach of a young woman crying for my autograph, and straightened out my jacket as I rode up to the fourteenth floor. The elevator spat me out and I crossed the hallway carpet to let myself into the third room on the right.
The door opened with a quiet creak.
The room was bright with afternoon sunlight. The windows on the far wall gave way to a smoggy city skyline view. The flat landscape stretched on for miles and miles, and it might have held my attention a little longer had it not been outshined by the woman sprawled across the king sized bed working away on her laptop.
“Hey,” I said.
Kim propped herself up and looked back over her shoulder at me. A smile lit up her face and she scrambled to her knees. “Hey, I didn’t think I was going to see you until tonight.”
I met her at the edge of the bed for some kisses and a good ass squeeze. I’d never get tired of that. “I have an hour between interviews and practice. Thought I’d pop in and say hi. Maybe get a kiss or two before I hit the ice.”
“Or two?” she teased.
“Or five.”
Kim giggled against my lips. She gave me a peck, followed by another, and then three more. “Better?”
“Better.” I nodded at her laptop sitting on the bed. The nightstand was strewn with three coffee mugs and two empty glasses with lemon wedges in them. The patio door was cracked, letting in some fresh (well, sort of fresh, this was LA after all) air. “How are things going here?”
Kim looked back at her computer. “Good. Really good, actually. I’m close to pushing my website updates and sending out my newsletter for this month. I have two hundred new clients as of this morning at ten o’clock. I haven’t checked again but I’m sure there’s more.”
“Have I told you recently how proud of you I am?”
She took the front of my shirt in one hand and pulled me close. “Every day.”
“Well, I’ll say it again. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
“I’m proud of me too,” she breathed.
Kim had been busting her ass these last six months to turn herself into the hustling badass entrepreneur she was today. After hiring some professional coaches to help guide her toward what inspired her, she discovered she was passionate about helping others who had experienced similar setbacks as her. At first she specialized as a life coach specifically for athletes who had lost their sport because of an injury.
That was only the beginning.
From there she blossomed into an inspiration for women and men alike across the world. She was this shining ray of light online and she brought people to her in hordes. Companies and brands wanted to hire and sponsor her. People wanted to hire her from all corners of the world to help with their needs and desires.
She was a mastermind at helping people find their purpose who were struggling. I’d seen her in action handling what she called ‘high risk’ clients, which were people who were as low as she was when she was wading through the depression of losing hockey and the stability in her life that offered.
It took her some time to catch on to how big her reach was and how much positive impact she had on people. Now that she knew it, she was a powerhouse to be reckoned with. Early morning talk shows wanted to have her on for interviews—and some had even booked her.
My girl was thriving.
Kim ran her hands over my shoulders. “You haven’t forgotten about tonight, have you?”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “What’s tonight?”
“William.”
I chuckled. “No. I haven’t forgotten. What time do your parents fly in again?”
“Five. And we’ll meet them at the restaurant at seven.”
“Seven. Got it. I may be there at seven-fifteen.”
“Seven,” she said firmly.
I pulled her hands up and kissed her knuckles. “Seven it is. Don’t worry. I won’t be late. It’s a special night.”
Her eyes danced and she cocked her head to the side. “Why is it special?”
I grinned. “I’m not telling.”
“William. Come on.”
“I guess you’ll just have to show up to find out.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “You’re impossible.”
“One of my many qualities you fell in love with.”
“Oh please.”
I flashed her a smile.
Kim’s hands moved down to my chest and she sighed as she cast a wary glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “I hate to do this but I have a conference call in five.”
“I hear you loud and clear. I’ll head out and give you some space.”
“You’re the best,” Kim said. Then she scrambled around on her knees and fell down onto her stomach.
I moved to the door and stepped out into the hall, pausing to look back at the beautiful girl on the bed. She kicked her feet up and crossed her ankles. Her skin tight black leggings did her legs and ass a lot of favors and I wished I had more time with her.
As I watched she started up her conference call. I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to her greet her clients in her cheerful tone. Her laughter filled the room and I slid my hand in my pocket, thumbing the velvet ring box that had been sitting there since early this morning.
Yes. Tonight was going to be special indeed.
I couldn’t wait to see her face when I went down on one knee in front of her family. Our family.
Kim looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. Then she mouthed, You’re going to be late.
That was my cue. I ducked out of the room and closed the door behind me, fingers still playing with the ring box, heart swelling with joy and excitement. In just a few short hours I would be calling the girl of my dreams my fiancée.
I smiled to myself. Who was I kidding?
I’d be calling her Kimwick until the day I died.
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