Beauty and the Billionaire Bachelors

I nodded. It was the biggest gamble of my life. Everything I had with Hunter was now tied up with Hawk.

“You know what? It sounds scary. And it seems like everything is moving really quickly, but it doesn’t feel like it’s wrong. It’s like we were supposed to be a family all along.”

“And you think Kane thinks that too? Has he asked you to marry him?”

“What?”

“Marriage. That thing people do. Your mother and I did it quite well.” I saw the sad smile run across his face.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “We haven’t even talked about it.”

“Do you need me to talk to him?”

“What? Oh God, no. Absolutely not.” I was mortified. “I’m not going to have my father strong arm my boyfriend into a proposal.”

He chuckled lightly. “Thought we could have a conversation man-to-man. Ask him what his intentions are.”

“His intentions right now are to win the Super Bowl.” I stared at my dad. “He has a lot going on. Can you not meddle, please?”

“Ouch.”

“You know what I mean. Let us work this out. I’m happy. We’re happy. You don’t have to worry so much.”

“I’m your father. I’m always going to worry.”

I smiled. “I get that.”

“So about the game tomorrow?”

I straightened my shoulders. “Right. Meet me at the front gate and then we can go into the family box together.”

“Never thought I’d be sitting in the Sharks’ family box.”

I looked at my father. “That makes two of us.

35

Kane

I had a game day ritual. I liked controlling what I could about the day when I knew the rest relied on me to put out the fires around me. The playoffs took on a completely different level of attention. The Sharks counted on me. The fans. The league. It was a hell of a lot to have on my shoulders. So if it took a fucking ritual or a voodoo dance, I was going to do it.

As I stretched my legs and opened my eyes, I knew that game day ritual was suddenly at risk. I was holding the most beautiful woman in the world. And she was naked.

I kissed her neck and watched her stir.

My hands roamed her body freely, waking her up gently. Tugging her nipples. Coasting over her navel. My fingers found their way between her folds, prying her apart so I could massage her clit. She wiggled her ass against my cock as I dipped my fingers inside her.

Her firm bare ass ground against my growing erection again and again.

I couldn’t tease her much longer. I needed to be buried inside of her.

I angled myself so I could slide between her silken folds. She whimpered when I pulled away.

Leaning forward, I placed my lips along the back of her shoulder blade as I pressed the tip of my cock at the entrance of her perfectly swollen pussy lips. She shoved against me impatiently taking more of me than I wanted to give her.

I clenched my teeth. It wasn’t enough.

I felt her breath starting to come in shorter, faster pulses as she arched against me trying to pull me into her. I moved my hips forward filling her with every inch of my hard cock.