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Shay laughed until he came down on her with all his weight. Then all she could do was moan at the goodness of the sensation.
Looking into her eyes, Billy drove his cock inside her, once, twice, three times, until he filled her to the hilt.
“Oh, God, you feel amazing,” she rasped, wrapping her legs around his hips as warmth flooded her chest. She wasn’t alone anymore, and Billy was right here with her. Loving her.
He pushed up on an elbow and met her gaze as he withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust. The position held a firm fiction against her clit and gave her a big shove toward the edge.
“You’re mine, Shayna,” he said, thrusting hard, burying himself deep.
“Say it again,” she gasped, wanting and needing to be claimed.
“You’re fucking mine.” Billy clutched at her shoulder, his body driving hers up the bed.
“Again,” she whined, her back arching as sensation pooled between her legs.
He buried his face against her ear. “Mine, baby, all mine. Now come on my cock. Come on my cock and say my name.”
Her orgasm was like a flash flood barreling down on her out of nowhere. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Billy.”
His thrusts hit her harder, faster, until he was grinding against her and she was coming and writhing and digging her nails into his ass—just like he’d said.
“Fuck, Shayna, it’s too good, baby. You’re too good.”
“Never too good for you, Billy. Give all of yourself to me.”
He unleashed himself then, bracing on both arms and letting his hips swing until his orgasm had him shouting and clutching to her shoulders and hunching himself around her in the tightest, sweetest, most intimate embrace.
“I love you, Shayna. And I’m so fucking glad you’re mine.”
“Love you, too,” she said, hardly believing the way everything had turned out.
And feeling, at long last, like she deserved this new life—this new love—that she’d finally found.
That night they lay in Billy’s bed again. Truth be told, they’d only gotten out of it to shower and eat. It’d been his very best day since the ambush had changed his life, and now Shayna was changing it again, for the better.
“In case it needs to be said, this is your room now, too,” he said, holding her from behind and tucking her in tight all along his body.
She chuckled. “Is that so?”
He nodded, his face against her soft curls, his nose breathing in her sweet scent. “Either that or expect me to sleep in whichever room you decide is yours. Because this whole fucking house is yours now, too.”
Shayna shifted so that she could look up at him. “I want to be right here with you. That’s enough for me.”
He kissed her. “Good answer.”
All day, he’d been thinking about how brave she’d been in telling him abo
ut what’d happened to her and Dylan. He hated that she took on the responsibility for someone else’s actions, but he entirely understood why she’d done it since he’d walked a million miles in those same shoes. He hurt for her that she’d cut herself off when she most needed people to lean on, though he got that shit, too. And he loathed knowing that some lowlife scumbag had put his hands on her without her consent.
Billy half hoped he learned who that motherfucker was some day. And that he found him alone in a dark alley.
Sonofabitch.
Billy wanted to be as brave as Shayna had been. It felt like the only way he’d know for sure that he deserved her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Ever his perceptive woman, wasn’t she? But she’d given him the perfect opening.
