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I smile widely at him, and when I feel the wetness on my cheeks, I quickly wipe away my tears.
“This wouldn’t be possible without you as our fans, and we are forever grateful for you. I want to thank my boys for fighting and trusting my coaching. I want to thank Dan Davenport for giving me the opportunity to win for the great city of Knoxville. As much as this Cup is for us, it’s for this city, this town. Now, let’s celebrate.”
The townspeople all cheer loudly as Riggs passes the Cup over and moves out of the way so Alex can take the mic. I watch as Riggs walks to the edge of the stage, and then my phone goes off.
I bring it up to see a text from him.
Riggs: Nearest flat surface is the post office. Go now.
My heart flutters, and I don’t even tell my sisters where I’m going.
I have a one-track mine when it comes to Riggs.
CHAPTER 31
Riggs
I’m leaning against the brick wall off the post office, out of sight of everyone, when my girl turns the corner. Her eyes meet mine, and I grin as I reach for her at the same time she does for me. Our lips touch as we wrap our arms around each other in a desperate embrace. I am a fucking eejit for suggesting we wait to tell everyone. She needed to be beside me on that stage. I wanted to thank her, tell her how much I love her in front of the whole goddamn town. Tell the world that I wouldn’t have made it through this damn Cup run without her. The simple fact of knowing she was home waiting for me kept me going.
Clara is the missing piece of my whole existence.
I cup her jaw with one hand and squeeze her hip with the other as I drink from her sweet lips. She tastes like cinnamon apples, which I assume means she ate the fried apple pies on a stick that I was eyeing. Truth is, I’m convinced they taste better on her lips than the real thing. As my tongue searches her wanton mouth, I groan and press my hips into hers. I know she feels every inch of me, and I want her to know how badly I wanther, how there isn’t a moment in time when my body doesn’t crave hers. When my heart doesn’t beat for her.
I pull away, only a mere inch, as I open my eyes to meet hers. I stroke her jaw, in awe of her beauty. She has her hair up in a sleek ponytail, black and orange ribbons tied around the base. She’s wearing a championship Bears tee with tight black pants and a pair of orange flip-flops. Before I kissed her, her lips were glossed, but that isn’t the case anymore. I press my nose to hers before licking her top lip. That makes her lips curve up, and the way her eyes draw me in hits me straight in the chest.
I search her navy depths, loving every single sparkle of light in them before she whispers, “You taste like beer and tequila.”
I give her a goofy smile that I don’t mean to. “The boys like shots.”
“I saw,” she says, and I hate the sadness in her eyes. She traces my lips, and I smile brightly for her. “Why do you smile so big for me, but when you’re up there giving a speech, you look like you hate life.”
I chuckle lightly before nipping at her finger. “Because you make me happy.”
“Winning makes you happy,” she retorts, and I gather her closer.
“At one time, maybe. But I never knew true happiness until you smiled at me.”
In an instant, her face shines like the sun, and I can’t get enough of how stunning she is. “You’re drunk,” she teases, and I shake my head.
“I’m buzzed.”
“Nope, drunk ’cause you’re being overly romantic.”
“Because I’m in love with the most incredible woman alive.”
She smiles even more as she traces my lips. “I love you too.”
I press my forehead to hers. “I’m sorry for asking you to wait to tell everyone.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t mind, Riggs. I know the truth.”
“And that is?”
“That no matter what, you’re mine and I’m yours.”
I bring her in closer, my eyes drifting shut as I brush my lips along hers. “Forever.”
“Forever,” she agrees, molding her lips to mine. We kiss for what seems like forever, unable to get enough of each other. When she opens her mouth for me, I move my tongue over hers, needing to taste all of her. Each stroke is demanding on my part, but she keeps up, her fingers biting into my sides as she meets me stroke for stroke. My whole body is on fire for her, and I want more. I part from her but stay close enough that my lips move against hers as I whisper, “Why the hell are these pants so tight?” I trace the seam between her legs.
