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I nod, my eyes still on his as he fucks me so vigorously that he obliterates all coherent thoughts and gravity, light and dark. The armor I’ve worn for everyone cracks into shambles as he slams inside me again and again. I’m so wet; I’ve coated him completely. The sound of our skin slapping, our bodies fusing and becoming one, coils around me tighter than the sticky cuffs on my wrists.
“That’s my good girl.” His hoarse timbre coasts across my molten skin, delivering me star by star to an utter evisceration until infinite rapture ensues. “You did so good, baby. Look at you. So radiant, coming on my cock.”
He’s everywhere. Above and below. Around and inside. In the salty breeze and humid blanket. Every sense is heightened to him. The hooks rattle as my muscles tighten, screams bleeding through the scarf, back bowed off the clammy cushion, heels digging into his shoulders.
His ski-lodge spice melds with the coconut spa—the sultry scent of our wrecking. And with a grunt that crashes through the hazy air, he trembles through his own release, unraveling with me until all I see is him.
All I feel is us.
While still inside me, he unclasps my restraints, snaking an arm under my back to bend me into him and untying the gag before he seizes my lips in a possessive kiss that ripples through me, my aftershocks still fierce.
“I’ll always show up,” he whispers against my lips, fisting my damp hair. “No matter what happens, that’s what you hold on to. You’re mine, Ace. I’ll never let you go.”
Perhaps that should sing out like more of a threat than a promise. But all I hear is a sentiment I thought I’d never feel.
I’m seen, and I belong.
LIAM
“Graves!”
The belting of my name over the intercom system is courtesy of the infuriated Chief. I was anticipating it but hoped he’d hang on until the family meeting. Unfortunately for him, I won’t be answering. My priority is the sexy vixen before me, wrapped in a towel and falling apart.
“It’s just … I mean, I was kind of caught up in the moment, but now that it’s over …” She’s been rambling for the past ten minutes. As soon as I twisted the shower off, I flipped a damn switch in her too. “What the hell was I thinking? You had me drunk on orgasms and … my father—”
“Had no idea I was fucking you,” I finish, unable to mask my boastful grin.
It was a brazen move. A calculated risk. But I had a laundry list of reasons to do it that way. One vitally important reason being that she’d been hiding herself in the bathroom and sobbing after every fucking phone call with her family. All because of me, because she felt guilty for wanting this. That shit had to end. I needed to erase the burden of revealing we were together and show her I would go head-to-head with anyone for her. Even her family.
She’s a grown-ass woman, capable of choosing whatever damn life she wants. I just hope when the stakes are raised, she’ll still choose me. Either way, she’ll be mine. But I’d still like to see her all-in for us.
“That’s true,” she mutters, rubbing lotion on her cheeks and forehead in a frenzy. My girl is untethered in a way I’ve never seen. “I knew. But he didn’t.”
“Right, Ace. He didn’t.” I cup her face—so radiant and fresh—and tilt her chin up so she has to look at me. “You okay?”
Those big brown doe eyes teem with a storm of apprehension. “I’m sad.”
That’s the last thing I want. “Shit, baby. I—”
“Not because of what we did.” She shakes her head but keeps those coffee-colored gems trained on me. “Although that certainly makes me question my sanity. I honestly think I’m losing my mind.”
I sweep my thumb over her cheekbone. “I’ve been gone for you for a while now, Ace. It’s about time you caught up.” Her mouth blooms into a soft smile, but I don’t want to get sidetracked, so I probe again. “Why are you sad?”
A thick exhale escapes her as she glances away from me. “I want my parents to love you. I didn’t tell them that I wanted you because I couldn’t bear for them to … and now—”
My lips land on hers to clip off the rest of her thought. Her wanting them to accept me is enough, but I can’t deliver that right now. Maybe someday.
“I would’ve done it right,” I confess as I pull away to survey the hurt marring her features. “Not because I’m the ask-permission type. I’m certainly not.” That sounds like I’m referring to a proposal rather than a hostile takeover. Not opposed to making it official. That is absolutely happening, but Ace needs baby steps. “I would’ve introduced us being together in a more civilized way for you though. But your father had already said he didn’t want me with you.”
No sense in shying away from the bold truth. This is only one of the ways she’ll be tested, being with me. We need to face them head-on.
“What?” she gasps, clasping her hand over mine. “When?”
I stroke my forehead on a puffed breath, recalling the venom in Frank’s voice. “A month ago? I don’t know. Maybe less. It was a week or two before your date with Filmore. Wells and I were both on the call, but your dad didn’t know I was there.”
It’s not as though I hadn’t already known what the Carvers would think of me being with Celeste, but hearing it when I knew what they meant to her was a cutting I hadn’t expected.
“That’s why I backed off,” I explain, leaning against the bathroom counter and studying the myriad of emotions she seems to be processing. “I didn’t think you’d want me if he was against it, and I tried to …” My molars grind as I think of the stupidity of that move. Never should’ve backed off. “I don’t give a fuck, Celeste. They have this vision of what will make your life great. They’re wrong. I might not fit their mold, but I will give you a spectacular life.” I intend to give her everything, even the cravings she doesn’t realize she’s harboring. “I’m not giving you up.”
