“Take what you need.”
Bouncing on his thick length, my breasts jiggle with every movement. He sits up, sucking bruises into my neck while one finger strokes dizzying circles around my clit. The coil inside me snaps hard and fast. I come with a keening wail, my pussy clamping down on him like a vice, gushing around his pistoning cock.
He flips me onto my back again, pounding through my orgasm with feral intensity.
“Good girl. Milk my cock. Gonna fill this greedy cunt up.”
With a guttural roar, he buries himself deep and comes in hot spurts that warm me from the inside. He keeps thrusting through it, pushing his release deeper, until we were both trembling and spent.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs, his cock still twitching inside me. Blissed-out cuddles follow, his big body curled protectively around mine, one hand lazily stroking my hip as I nuzzle into his chest, inhaling the scent of sweat, and sex.
Later, when the room finally goes quiet, I lie there listening to the rain against the windows. The same kind of rain that used to make me dread being stuck inside.
Tonight, it feels peaceful.
Dean’s arms wrap around me, his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek, and for once I’m not thinking about what comes next.
I’m not worried about tomorrow. I’m not wondering if I’m making the right choice.
I already know.
Somewhere between the river and the mountains and the man who refused to let me leave, I found the place I was looking for.
I found my home.
Dean
Later, we’re sitting on the edge of the bed with snacks scattered between us. I need to cook us a proper meal. If only to prove that I’m better in the kitchen then over a campfire.
But that can wait. For now, my woman is content with candy and kisses.
Paisley has a bag of peach rings in her lap, and she’s laughing at one of my childhood memories. She loves hearing about the prank wars that my brothers and I waged amongst ourselves.
I reach into the bag and grab a gummy ring.
“Hey, Paddles.”
She looks over, a smile curling the corners of her mouth.
I hold the candy ring between my fingers.
“Marry me?”
She blinks. Then she bursts out laughing.
Not the polite laugh people give when they’re trying to make someone feel better.
A real laugh.
The kind that makes her whole face light up and damn if I don’t think I could spend the rest of my life chasing that sound.
“You’re ridiculous,” she says, but the twinkle in her hazel eyes gives her away.
“Maybe,” I admit, sliding the gummy ring onto her finger anyway. “But I made you smile.”
She looks down at the candy wrapped around her finger, shaking her head.
“You know this isn’t a real ring, right?”
