Sometimes I got so lost in her beauty that I forgot what the hell I was even doing.
I smiled down at her. “I like it when you beg, Ro.”
She whimpered, her hand cradling my face.
“Tell me,” I said, snapping my hips forward, making her breath catch.
“Make a baby with me,” she whispered, dragging me forward to kiss me.
My stomach tightened at her words.
“Fuck, yes,” I whispered back against her lips as I picked up my pace. “Did you go off birth control?”
“I’m due for my shot when I get back from the tour. I won’t get it. I already told Ani.”
“Let me guess. He’s trying to beat me to it.” I pushed deep before withdrawing slowly, just so I could do it again.
She moaned for me, making my dick that much harder.
“Tell me,” I murmured.
“Y-Yes.”
I chuckled softly at that, enjoying the competition. I knew Klaus didn’t care if he got her knocked up or not since he already had sons, but Anson and I both wanted to make a baby next. I was honestly looking forward to this competition.
While I wanted her to carry my baby next, I knew I’d be good with Anson winning, but man, I really wanted to gloat that I barely got to see her and still won. I’d never let him live it down.
“Ride me, baby,” I said, rolling over and bringing her with me so she was straddling me.
She didn’t hesitate. She rocked on my cock as I gripped her hips, relishing in everything that she was.
And she was every-fucking-thing to me.
How I got so lucky to marry the love of my life and have her want to have a family with me, I’d never know. After the underground, I spent several years hating who I was. Vowing revenge. Having nightmares and thoughts about killing myself that I kept to myself. It was when Klaus found me drunk andlying in a puddle of my own vomit while Rosalie and Anson were touring in Europe that I finally came to terms with what my life was now. He sat with me, and we talked through it all. I didn’t have a hard time admitting he saved my life in so many ways.
I threw myself harder into training. Into my bikes that I loved to work on and ride. Into my writing. Into Ellis and family.
And God. Of course, I had to thank God for the gift of survival. It made me realize that I was alive for a reason and pissing it away hating myself wasn’t the life I wanted.
I’d gotten better. There were days when I still struggled, but I wasn’t drinking daily now. The fear of becoming a functioning alcoholic terrified me. I’d catch the looks Anson would give Rosalie. It gave me flashbacks of the guys and me when E would get wasted on drugs.
I didn’t want that for myself.
Rosalie’s hand on my face snapped me back to the moment.
“Stay,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss me. She knew me so well. She knew I tended to drift away sometimes, even when making love. In the beginning, it took everything I had not to let the ugly memories of being raped by Everett fog my head. The way it felt for his cock to drive deep into my body. How he’d made me bleed as he fucked me on repeat. It wasn’t just the one time in front of E. He paid me several visits and even let someone else pound into me while he watched and degraded me before I pushed the button.
“Always, Ro,” I answered back softly, shoving those ugly thoughts out of my head. I deepened the kiss before I focused on this moment with her. Despite all the shit I’d been through, never once did she ever look at me in disgust.
It helped a hell of a lot to know she still loved me despite all I’d been through.
Her breathing picked up as we fucked one another, both of us eager to get the other off first.
But I liked it best when she came for me. I’d go without for eternity if it meant she was saying my name.
I loved her more than anything in this entire fucking world. She was my soulmate, and I knew without a doubt that I’d find her in every life from here on out.
“Come for me, baby,” I husked out, guiding her by her hips as she continued to rock on me.
