Hoss (Rebel Wayfarers MC Book 7) by Marialisa Demora

Author:Marialisa Demora [deMora, MariaLisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MLK Publishing
Published: 2015-10-26T00:00:00+00:00

Running

Hope gaped at her phone, reading the scholarship requirements again, staring at them in disbelief. Each criteria, every requirement, few as there were, Sammy fit into as if this program was custom-made for him. Enthusiastic about hockey—uh…yeah. Willingness to work hard—yes again. Financial difficulties—duh…single mom. Everything boiled down to those three things, and she gave a little fist-pump.

“What are we celebrating, baby?” Hands slipped around her waist, pulling her back against the hard planes of Hoss’ chest. He had left for an errand this morning after making soft, slow love to her, waking her with a deep kiss while his hand moved between her legs. She had been a little tender but had wanted him inside her again, wanted the connection they shared last night, and he made it good for her. He had moved over her, gentle and sweet, strong arms cradling her to his body.

She hadn’t heard him return, but liked that he sought her out as soon as he got home, and had developed an appreciation for his hands on her like this. Every time he was near her, he put his hands on her, stroking her skin, trailing his fingertips along her arm, threading his fingers through hers. She liked it. A lot.

“Good news about a hockey program for Sammy,” she said, leaning back. She turned her head when he nudged demandingly with his chin, raising her lips to his for a soft touch.

“Yeah? Good deal. Kiddo seems to like the game a little.” He chuckled and glanced at her phone. “Spencer’s place? That’s what you’re looking at?”

“The Patterson-Spencer Hockey Foundation? They have a scholarship program that looks like a good fit for us.” She grinned up at him, surprised when his face darkened, lips firming into a flat line.

“Scholarship program? What the fuck does that mean?” He asked the question in a brusque tone and she flinched, knew he registered the movement when his arms tightened around her and his mouth found her temple with a soft kiss.

“It means they help out parents like me,” she said softly, tipping her head down. For herself, she wouldn’t take anything. Even the food Mac pressed on her was for Sammy, nameless bump that he was at the time. She made her own way, always had. But for Sammy? She would beg, borrow, or steal to make his life better, and if asking this foundation for help would get him onto the ice again, then she would, by God, make it happen. Gritting her teeth, she lifted her chin.

“It means Sammy can get back into hockey without him worrying about what it might do to our finances, how it would change things for the two of us.” That should lay it out for him, because if there was a chance of them working out as a couple, he had to know it would always be Sammy first. “Because he worries about things like that. I wish he didn’t, wish he never had to, but he does. This will make it easier for him to enjoy skating.

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