Buried as deep as I could get and stayed there, both hands locked on her hips, keeping her seated, keeping her pressed flush against me while I finished inside her.
Hot.
Deep.
Every drop.
She was shaking.
I was shaking.
We stayed absolutely still.
My hand moved from her hip to her lower back, pressing gently, keeping the angle, keeping everything right where it needed to be, and with my other hand I reached up and smoothed her hair back from her face.
She looked perfect.
"Okay?" I said, rough.
She laughed. Breathless and helpless. "I don't know what I am."
"Good kind of don't know?"
"Verygood kind." She lifted her head and looked at me. Her eyes were glassy and dark and her lips were swollen and the gold cross had swung completely sideways. "Gage."
"Yeah?"
"I think—" She stopped. “I think…this is so much better than a sperm donor.”
I laughed, and she laughed with me—that unbridled, beautiful laugh.
“You want me to stay the night?” I asked.
She nodded, her smile dreamy. “Yes.”
“Okay, beautiful.” I leaned in and kissed her temple. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
EIGHT
Millie
My everything felt good.
My head…my heart. My fingers and toes and my whole body were buzzing, and between my thighs.
I shifted and groaned.
Okay…that felt good too, but a little achey.
It didn’t take me long to realize that Gage was gone. The bed was still warm on his side, or maybe that was just me—maybe I was just radiating it from the inside out, some kind of internal glow I hadn’t had access to before he’d rocked my world last night. I stretched my arms over my head and pointed my toes and felt every single muscle in my body register a polite complaint.
Worth it.
Veryworth it.
I stared up at the ceiling. The light coming through the curtains was early, pale gold…barely dawn, maybe just past it. The cottage was quiet, but I could hear the goats outside, the cattle lowing, and a horse’s neigh every so often.
And…chickens?
