Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
The pain was sharp and my gasp would have been loud, but he swallowed the sound as he cupped the back of my neck and pulled me down for another drowning kiss. His other hand wrapped around my cock, his thumb spreading the precum over the head before he began the languorous stroking.
I felt the flush of desire run through me as I sank slowly over him rising and falling, like riding a wave, his hand moving with me until I was fully seated, and he was buried to the balls in my ass.
“Jesus, Jed,” he said, his voice a ragged, gravelly moan. “You should see your eyes.”
Words weren’t possible, only feeling was. My muscles that had fought the breach, fought taking him in, were now clenching around his length. When I moved, pushing forward, wanting him deeper inside, it felt incredible, the stretch and the burn, and the immediate throb of need to do it again.
“I should have dragged you upstairs to our bed,” he croaked out.
Our bed. Ours.
I would never take for granted that he was mine especially when I was reminded, as I was now, that it could have been so very different if I had kept the words I love you sealed away in my heart instead of confessing them to him.
“I want you under me in our bed.”
“This isn’t good?” I asked, levering up only to drop back down over him, loving the feeling of fullness.
“This is better than good,” he said like he was in pain. “But I’m not gonna last and I’ve dreamed about having you for so long.”
“You can have me every day for the rest of your life,” I promised, smiling at him before I lifted and sank, again and again, the motion endless.
“Fuck,” he moaned, jolting under me. “I want… Jed.”
“What do you want, love? Tell me.”
“I need to—it’s more… I need you off,” he demanded and so I rose up off of him slowly because moving, leaving him, was torture. I finally eased free and slid off his lap.
He moved fast, on the ground beside me, still with his underwear and jeans around his knees, shoving me forward across the seat before taking me from behind, his entry so fast and deep, he took my breath away.
“Did I hurt––”
“No, don’t stop,” I begged him.
Smug male grunt before the hammering began. I took it all, loving every moment, willing him to have the stamina I needed.
“It’s never felt like this, Jed, do you know why?”
I couldn’t have answered if my life depended on it.
“Because it’s you and I love you and you’re the only one.”
And truly, there had never been a doubt.
“Now grab your dick because I want you to come,” he rumbled into my ear, his breath hot on the side of my neck, thrusting inside of me, plunging deep, and then easing back, his motion an endless glide, driving to my core each time.
I clutched the seat instead of following his instructions, the extra stimulation unneeded, unwanted, only the power he was exerting important, the claiming for him, the pounding for me.
“Jed, I need you to come now,” he nearly howled, the hand on my hip and the one on my shoulder anchoring me in place as my muscles clamped down around him, and I came hard.
He was seconds behind me, his chest plastered to my back as he pumped inside of me, words of love and praise tumbling from his lips as the rutting continued through the aftershocks of my orgasm, and his own shuddering release.
We were panting in the darkness, cum running down the inside of my thighs, his face pressed to the back of my neck before he started chuckling.
“What?” I grumbled at him.
“You are all mine, Josiah Redeker,” he nearly crowed. “And God, I love you so much. So very much. You don’t even… You don’t know.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” he answered thickly, his voice going out on him as he wrapped his arms around me and held tight.
I understood because I felt the same, all that time spent together, but apart, and then he nearly got married and Gabriel Brodie had tried to kill me. The road had been long, but we were together now. I felt incredibly blessed and I knew he did too. And sometimes…it was a bit overwhelming.
After several moments of quiet, where both of us calmed and our breathing evened out, he eased gently free of my body, only to turn away.
“Hey,” I said, taking hold of his shoulder, holding him still as I slipped around to face him. “What’s going on? Why’re you crying?”
Instant scowl. “I’m not crying.”
“This is me, idiot,” I teased him, taking his face in my hands. “Tell me.”
He took a shaky breath. “I just—sometimes it’s a lot, in my chest. I can feel the weight.”
I smiled at him.