by Morgan Fox
He cupped her face. “I love you,” he confessed, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you the night we first made love. We fit, Noble. You’re perfect for me, in every way. If you let me, I’ll love you forever.”
Her breath hitched. For so long, she’d dreamed of meeting a man like him, a man who would cherish her as her father had. A man who would look at her as her father had looked at her mother.
She pressed to her toes and kissed Finn, slow and sensual. She placed her hand at the back of his neck. “I would love that.”
His lips crushed against hers, his tongue slipping inside her welcoming mouth, eager to taste him. She missed their passionate kisses, his commanding touch. Breathless and panting, she smiled up at him.
“Finn, I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“Tomorrow when you play against New York”—she looked at him from under her dark lashes—“crush them.”
He flashed her that million-dollar smile that had her insides revving to take him home. “It will be my pleasure.”
* * * *
As promised, Finn kicked ass, helping his team win out the rest of the season, and now they were headed to the playoffs. Noble hadn’t missed a game, attending with the other wives and cheering him on. He swore he could hear her above the thousands of other fans. He always knew where she was sitting and made a point to glance up at her throughout the game. There she would be, smiling down at him, blowing him soft kisses he couldn’t wait to capture.
Better still, he was waking up in his bed alongside the woman who won his heart. Awestruck by Noble, she amazed him, stunned him with her beauty, awakened his heart with the hint of her smile, and robbed him of breath with each word she spoke. She matched him with her stubborn will, challenged him at every turn, and softened him with the stories of her past and the dreams of their future.
No one was more perfect for him than Noble. Somehow, he’d always known she was the one who would complete him and earning her love was everything. Watching her strength unfold as she conquered the demons from her past, while fighting to have all she desired, inspired him.
“Morning,” Noble muttered, stretching beside him.
He tucked in, brushing his hand over her belly up to her breasts. Leaning down he suckled her, moaning at the exquisite taste of her flesh. “Morning,” he murmured, slipping over her to press her beneath him.
She smiled, placing her arms around his neck. “Do you know what today is?”
“Saturday?” She poked him in his ribs. “Oh, right. It’s the grand opening of that awesome new fitness center you’ve been going on and on about.” She arched her brow. “What?” he teased with an exaggerated breath. “I’m considering joining, so I can take the spin class there. I hear the instructor is smoking hot and wears the tightest clothing.”
He groaned, pressing himself against her. She reached between them, her destination his cock. “Oh, no you don’t,” he grumbled, holding her squirming, giggling body steady, as he pinned her arms over her head. Reversing the roles, his hand dove down. His fingers slipped between the damp folds circling her clit.
He stroked her and she instantly stilled, her legs falling wider in invitation. “Well, look what I found,” he said playfully.
He dipped his finger inside her pussy and she arched her back. The palm of his hand smacked gently against her clit as he inserted a finger. He breathed rough, his body growing hard with the need to be buried inside her tight, wet body.
He kissed her chin and neck, dragging his whiskered jaw over her sensitive flesh. She shivered against him as he added a second finger.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hips rolling, riding his hand.
“That’s my girl,” he praised. “You’re so wet.”
He teased her flesh with determined strokes, caressing her so sensually. Then he took her mouth, inhaling her cry as he cupped her sex, pressing the heel of his palm over her damp clit. He dipped his fingers in and out of her, thrusting inside her until she shattered into a million pieces.
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Woman, you drive me wild and I couldn’t love you more.”
He gripped his cock, positioning himself between her legs. Her hot and wet flesh squeezed around him as he shoved ever so gently inside her. He arched his back, craning his neck back at the pleasure she gave him.
“So good,” he mumbled.
When she clawed his back and dragged her nails down to his ass, pulling him toward her, he took her command and began rocking his hips, rubbing wickedly against the silky walls of her pussy. The sensation had his balls tingling, his mind reeling with the desire that could only be quenched by her.
Leaning over, he rested his elbows beside her head and kissed her. He wasn’t rushing anything. He was taking his time, loving her the way he needed. He was damn proud to call her his own, and he couldn’t erase the need to stare into her eyes while they made love.
She rolled her hips, matching him thrust for thrust. He was crazed with emotions he never expected to have. He couldn’t help rolling his hips, stirring himself inside her to feel every inch of her wetness.
“Do that again,” she begged.
He did, over and over again, until her body quivered and he knew she was close.
* * * *
When Finn had lowered himself onto his elbows and kissed her, Noble knew there was never any turning back. Not that she would ever want to. The intense look in his eyes, a look that said he would go to the ends of the world with her at his side, made her very much aware of just what kind of love they shared.
Now he laid his body over hers, his firm, large frame molded against hers. She reached out, dragging her fingernails down his arms to his hands, threading her fingers through his, raising her head to kiss him. His flavor was intoxicating. He bucked his hips and she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in harder with the pull of her heels on his ass. She was bombarded with sensations that stirred her chest, making her eyes flood with tears.
“Noble?” He held still, unease in his eyes.
“No,” she cried. “Don’t stop. I’m okay.”
He moved inside her once more, hesitant. Again she pulled him in with her feet, rolling her hips in unison with his.
“Feels so good.” If he kept moving against her the way he was, the friction on her clit intensifying, she was going to go right over the edge. “That’s it. Don’t stop.”
His fingers tightened around hers. “Never.”
His thrusts grew more frantic, as if her heavy breathing and pants were driving him on. He slammed into her and she closed her eyes as blinding hot waves licked up her skin, her body shuddering with her release.
Her body limp and sated, he captured her in his arms. Diving into her a dozen more times, his hot seed shot deep inside her womb. He groaned, holding her tight as his body tensed. His heart beat against hers and the powerful connection they shared brought tears to her eyes once more.
Between hard exhalations, he kissed her neck and chin. When he caught sight of her watery gaze, he held himself still. “What’s wrong?”
She smiled, an overwhelming joy filling her. “I could never have dreamed of finding someone like you, Finn. I never imagined being this in love. This happy.”
He smiled, relief settling in his gaze. “You have made me a very happy man, Noble Truce. By being with me, you make my life better.”
He kissed her once more and rolled to the side, his hand dipping into his nightstand. She couldn’t see what he pulled out and it wasn’t for lack of trying.
“Whatcha got there?” she teased, reaching down his arm to his uncompromising hand. He held it out of her grasp.
“I have something very important to ask you,” he said, his expression soft, but serious. “It’s been on my mind for some time.”
“What?” she asked on a breath, her chest tightening.
He handed her the small envelope. She narrowed her gaze on him, but he said
nothing. When she flipped open the small flap a key slid out. When she looked up at him, he was smiling at her.
“What’s this for?” she asked. “Did you want me to move in or something? Cause the last time I checked, I sort of had already.”
He chuckled, taking her hand in his. Once again his expression shifted, showing emotions she couldn’t decipher. He brought her fingers to his lips, kissing each one. Then, he placed her left hand on his chest directly over his heart. It was pounding so hard it stunned her. Her eyes went wide as she felt him shake.
“Finn, what’s wrong?”
“That is the key to my ranch,” he said plainly.
She pinched her brow. “Why would I need one? I’ll always be with you when we go visit.”
He swallowed hard, and again he drew her hand to his mouth to kiss her fingers. Her breath caught in her lungs when he slipped a diamond ring onto her finger, and her mouth fell open.
“My wife should have a key, too.”
She couldn’t speak. “Finn,” she breathed.
“Marry me, Noble. Never be apart from me again.”
She gasped, her eyes watering. She launched herself into his arms, fluttering kisses all over his face. He laughed. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes.” Kiss. “Yes.” Kiss. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”
“Good, because I never plan on letting you go.”
She smiled. “You might have to so I can shower. I still have a grand opening to host today.”
Finn pulled her over onto his lap. “Have I told you how proud I am of you?”
She kissed him. “Every day.”
* * * *
The entire football team, along with their wives, and everyone who didn’t have to work at Iron Horse, had come to support Noble with her grand opening. The one thing that brought so much joy to her heart was when she spotted Theresa and Phineas. They’d come up for her. But now it wasn’t just the grand opening they were celebrating, although she’d save that tidbit for the after-party.
By the time the grand opening ended, Noble tallied that she had enough clients to need to hire more help. She was overjoyed and delirious. The only thing missing was her parents.
As if sensing her sudden change, Finn was at her side. “What’s on your mind?”
She smiled shyly. “I was thinking about my parents.”
“They would be so proud of you. I know it.”
She nodded, her smile growing. “I know. I can feel it. It’s like they’re looking over me.”
He smoothed the back of his knuckles over her cheek. “I’m sure they are, and I have a feeling your dad is pretty impressed with your choice of husbands.”
She laughed. “Oh, yeah,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around him. “I got my fitness center and my quarterback. Dad would definitely be pleased.”
“And what about you?”
She pressed to her toes, kissing him. “Babe, I couldn’t be happier.”
He nuzzled against her ear, his deep husky voice stirring her desires. “I have a favor to ask, something that’s been on my mind for a long time now.”
“What’s that?”
“Remember the competition we had—the one where we find out who really is the best in bed?” He waggled his brows up and down, nipping at her lips.
She arched her brow, staring at his heated gaze. “Yes. I believe I won.”
He didn’t argue. “How about we try again? I know I can take you this time.”
She laughed, as moisture pooled between her legs. She’d love to show him just how wrong he was. “Quarterback, I bet I can make you fumble.”
“I bet you’ll like riding me better than that bike.”
With that, she took him by the hand and led him to her new office. Closing and locking the door at her back, she shoved him against her new desk. “How about you show me.”
THE END
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