Page 249 of Risking the Pucking Defense

There’s a beat of silence. My heart is in my throat, and I’m pretty sure it’s stopped beating.

“He signed, Hailee. You’re getting divorced.”

My eyes find Hayden’s as those words hit me, and the next thing I know, my knees buckle and I’m in a heap on the floor.

“Hails,” he cries, throwing himself from the bed and landing beside me as tears of relief erupt, spilling down my cheeks at an unstoppable rate.

My lawyer continues to speak, but I don’t hear a word of it as Hayden takes my face in his hands and stares so deeply into my soul, I don’t have a chance of ever hiding from him.

“Baby?” he whispers.

“He…he signed.”

A huge rush of air covers my face before Hayden’s lips curl into a smile.

“It’s over. I’m…I’m free.”

Despite saying the words, it’s almost impossible to believe them.

After so many years of thinking that I’ll always be connected to the mistakes of my past, it’s going to take time to register that it’s over. That I never have to think about any of it, any of them, again.

A manic laugh erupts and my cell falls from my fingers as Hayden’s lips collide with mine.

“It’s over, baby. It’s fucking over,” he says into our kiss as he lays me back and crawls between my thighs.

A loud sob of relief rips from my throat, but somehow, I manage not to break our kiss or release my hold on him.

Fuck. I never want to let go.

“The call,” I cry, remembering that my lawyer is still on the phone.

“I hung up. Call her back later,” he growls before claiming my lips again.

Our kiss is wet and messy, and our hands are everywhere.

It’s perfect.

Sliding my hands down his back, I tuck my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and shove them over his ass.

“Fuck, Hails,” he groans.

“Yes. Fuck me. Please. Show me who I belong to.”

Suddenly, he sits up and stares down. His chest is heaving, his lips are swollen, his eyes are dark, and his hair is a mess from my fingers.

Fuck. He looks unbelievably hot.

“You might be mine, Hailee, but you don’t belong to me. You don’t belong to anyone. You’re your own person with your own dreams and hopes for the future. I’m just the lucky motherfucker who gets to experience it all by your side.”

“Fuck,” I breathe.

How am I lucky enough to find a man who understands me so wholly?

“Then make me yours,” I breathe, my hips writhing, desperate to feel him.

He shoves his underwear lower, freeing his erection, and I lick my lips at the sight of the precum beading at the tip. But I’m distracted from wanting to taste him the second he rips my panties from my body, leaving me naked and fully exposed for him.

“Fucking hell, baby. I’ll never get enough of you. Ever.” He shuffles forward with his fingers wrapped around his shaft, and I watch as he drags the head of his cock through my folds. “Christ, you’re soaked,” he groans, coating himself in my juices before he notches himself at my entrance.