“Are you crazy? I love it here. I feel so complete. They have welcomed me with open arms.”

“Because you belong here—you’re a part of this family now. Always will be,” he said simply before kissing the side of her mouth and bundling her up in his arms. Kissing his lips softly, she threaded her fingers in his hair right as his kisses became more demanding. Sliding his tongue along her bottom lip, his fingers bit into her back and heat flooded between her legs.

Oh, God how she wanted him.

Biting her bottom lip, she let out a soft breath as she leaned into him, feeling every single inch of him. Pulling back only a breath, she whispered, “I don’t think you’re broken anymore.”

He chuckled against her lips before moving his lips along hers in a teasing way. “It still hurts a bit, but kissing you is mending it pretty well.”

She giggled, moving her hands down his back to his ass. “Want me to kiss it? Maybe that will fix you right up.”

His eyes widened as he squeezed her ass in his large hands, slowly moving his cock against her center. “Here?”

“What better way to worship you than by giving you head in the middle of your shrine?”

His mouth pulled up at the side as he nodded. “I really love the way you think.”

“Good, because I love you,” she said as she slowly unbuttoned his pants.

He gasped when her hand took ahold of his throbbing cock, and Lacey shot him a grin as she dropped to her knees.

As she took him into her mouth, his fingers tangled in her hair and he said, “I love you so much.”

And as she slowly pleased her husband, she couldn’t help but feel like she was coming out of her skin with excitement. Every day since being reunited with Karson had been a new adventure, and if the last five days were just a preview of their future, Lacey couldn’t wait. Things were moving along perfectly for them, and while, yes, she was scared shitless to go back to Chicago to retrieve her things, she also couldn’t wait. It was the start of something new and a brand-new start with her husband by her side. No one could touch the feeling she was filled with.

Not even the negativity of her family.

“Are you sure you can’t stay another day?”

Karson shook his head as he hugged his mom tightly. “I told you I would fly you guys down as soon as we get a house and settled.”

“I know, but you teased me with her. I love her,” she said, and he knew she was speaking completely from the heart.

“I know, Ma. I love her too,” he said, kissing her cheek. “Give us a month and we’ll fly you down.”

She nodded sorrowfully as she kissed him again. “Fine. I’ll let you go.”

He chuckled as he let her go so Lacey could hug her. There was something about his mom hugging his wife that actually had his heart skipping a beat. It seemed right, perfect even. Lacey fit in like he knew she would, and really how could she not? She was amazing, his family was awesome, and together they were just fucking perfect. He always knew that his family would love her like he did, and even he didn’t want to leave yet.

She just fit. The whole night they spent talking and shooting the shit with his parents had felt like they had been doing it for years. There was no awkwardness; Lacey was home. They all joked and picked on each other. When Kacey and he started fighting about her “boyfriend,” Lacey actually took Kacey’s side and told him to shut up. Everyone loved that, even he did. He liked that she stuck up for his sister; it meant that she felt comfortable, and he wanted her to be comfortable in his parents’ home. Their relationship was going the way he had hoped and prayed. He’d always imagined that she would come into his life and just fit. She would complete him, better him, and he couldn’t believe how right he was.

“As soon as we are settled, you guys will have to come down,” Lacey said, squeezing his mom tightly.

“Of course, we will be there with bells and whistles on,” his mom promised with a grin and tears in her eyes. “I hate that you guys can’t stay longer.”

“Regina, they have shit they gotta do, and then they have to make a home for themselves. You can fuss over them then. Shit, come here, son,” his dad said, hugging him tightly in a manly but loving embrace. “I love you,” he whispered, like he always did. It always soothed Karson when his father did that. Karl King was a blunt, hard to deal with kind of man, but when it came to loving his family, he was an all in sort of guy. Since he had been gone so much, playing twenty-one seasons of pro hockey, when he was home, the only things that had mattered were Karson, Kacey, and his wife. Karson was thankful for that because he felt like he learned how to love from his father. How to be the father and husband that a family deserved. “Call us when you land in Chicago.”

“I will,” Karson promised. “I love you too, Pops.”

Karl shot him a wink before embracing Lacey in a tight hug. When Karson noticed that Kacey stood off to the side with her arms crossed and her brows furrowed, he smiled. She was thoroughly pissed with him, and he couldn’t be happier. Walking over to her, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple. “Love you, Kace.”

“Love you too,” she mumbled into his neck.

They may fight like cats and dogs, but at the end of the day, he’d die for his sister. She was his best friend. Pulling back, he smiled. “So when do you know about the Olympics?”

“New Year’s Day.”

“Just keep training,” he said with a nod. “You’ll get on.”