“Oh my…” I pant, feeling sensitive as he manhandles me in a way that makes me feel even more wanted.
“That’s it, Tinker… Fuck, I love your body. You get so wet for me, baby,” he grits out as he thrusts in deeper, sending a shiver through me.
“Sutton…” I hiccup, the feeling too much, my toes curling in the sheets as my hands grip the headboard, white-knuckled.
He moans, low and gruff, as he grabs my shoulders, pulling me up so I’m sitting on him, my back to his chest. His hand runs over my breasts, grabbing my jaw, and turning me to face him as I start to bounce.
“That’s it,” he says before his lips hit mine. His other hand grips my hips, helping me move up and down, my body slapping onto his. We’re both wanton, messy, and sweaty, and I’m so glad I hid that camera.
“Oh God, Sutton,” I whimper, feeling another orgasm building, this one from deep within. His hand moves from my hip to my clit, where he circles over and over in time with our thrusts. I’ve never done this position before. I feel completely open, exposed almost, but with his hands holding me tight, I know I’m safe.
“Yes… Yes…” I pant as I roll my hips on his.
“I love you… I love you so goddamn much…” He pushes his words into my neck, nipping the skin there.
“I love you,” I whisper as I take in a deep breath before a silent scream of pleasure rips from my chest. My entire body convulses onto his as he comes with a muffled growl into my neck, slamming into me quickly a few more times before he lets go.
Our movements slow, his hands roaming my body as I slump back against him, completely spent.
Gently, he lifts me off him, laying me down and positioning himself beside me, keeping me close as we just look at each other. Our breathing calms back to normal, sweat still on my brow, and he grins as his forehead rests against mine.
It’s perfect. Everything about it.
And in this moment, I hope more than anything that love is going to be enough.
39
Sutton
I look at the ceiling as Charlotte's naked body drapes over mine. Her head rests on my chest as I absentmindedly strum her bare arm.
I feel in control. For the first time in what feels like ever, I’m leading my life how I want to. I would prefer to not be on the run from the media, hiding in a mob house and trying to figure out what my next steps have to be. But the past day or so is the first time in a long time that I put myself on the line for something that’s important to me. She’s important to me.
“I need to tell you something…” I don’t stop my hand as it continues to run up and down her arm.
“Hmmmm… did you buy some more forests?” she teases, and I smile into her hair.
“I’ve been having immunotherapy.”
Her body tenses, eyes widening as they look up at me. “Immunotherapy?”
“Hudson has been helping me at the hospital. It’s where he injects me with bee venom in the hopes that my tolerance for bee stings will increase to the point that if I get stung, my reaction will be similar to that of a person who doesn’t have an allergy to bees.”
“What? I had no idea that was even a thing.”
“Yeah, well, I read up on it and thought I’d give it a go. We’ve had a few sessions now. So far, it’s going well. My histamine response has really leveled out. Maybe a few more treatments, and I’ll be good to go.”
She smiles brightly, relief in her tone. “Seriously?”
I nod, smiling right back. “It’s been amazing.”
“I was so worried. When you talked about your beehives, I could see the excitement on your face, but I’ll admit, I was scared.”
“I’ll still be careful. But if I wear all the protective clothes and ensure I don’t anger the bees when I get them, then maybe in a few months, we can have our own honey.”
“That sounds perfect.” I can’t wait to wake her up with breakfast in bed, maybe some fruit from my orchard and honey from the bees.
Humming, she cuddles closer.
