No Boundaries

I didn’t know if I ever wanted it to.

And then I felt Hawk flex and seize behind me. “Oh fuck, baby. Fuck.” He gripped my ass roughly as he pounded into me and unleashed his release inside me. He shook and vibrated, emptying his seed deep in my walls.

My eyes closed as I felt his lips cover mine gently. After being royally fucked exactly how I wanted, it was the most tender and sexiest kiss he could give me.

He rolled off of me.

“You ok?”

He moved to untie my wrists.

I grinned. “Perfect.”

He dropped the scarf on the floor and pulled me to him. I nuzzled into the warmth of his solid chest.

“I knew you were a nice guy,” I whispered.

He laughed. “Give me a minute, baby, before round two.”

I rolled on my side to face him. I traced the line of his jaw. My eyes lifted to his. “I loved it.” I kissed his full lips. “Just know that.”

He brushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed me lightly where his teeth had once bitten me. “I did too.”

“I’ve never let someone do that before. I didn’t know I’d like it.” I drew a circle over his heart. I could feel the erratic rhythm over the heat of his skin.

“But you did?”

I nodded. “Is there more?”

His eyebrows arched. “More?”

“I want to know all your good boy ways.” I reached between us, taking his cock in my hand.

He hissed with pleasure. “Fuck.”

He reached for the covers, pulling them over us. “You’re not backing out of this.”

“Never,” I whispered.

“Good. Neither am I.”

23

Kane

We lined up on the field just like every other time before now.

Except this time, I had people in the stands and not just fans, but people I actually cared about seeing me play my best.

If I turned my head to the left, I could see Hunter sitting in my box with Julie. Pops was up there too.

I didn’t, though.

I didn’t want these fuckers across from me on the field to know I gave a damn what anyone thought because they would use that shit against me in every way possible.

I called for the snap and Jordan spiked the ball straight into my hands. I counted one second, two, and then I looked out into the sea of bodies for a free man. I spotted Donnie across the field. He was there waiting for me right where he was supposed to be. I pulled back my arm and let the ball sail.

He caught it effortlessly, turning and tucking it under his arm before he was sacked at the forty-three-yard line. The team rushed forward, huddling quickly to hear the next play, and then lining up again so we didn’t waste too much time on the clock.