Page 36 of Psycho

“Well, too bad,” I replied. “That’s going to happen, one way or another. Your bullshit will get on me, and my bullshit will get on you. We’ve already been in the trenches together, Arrow. We’ve seen each other at our worst, and we still love each other.”

Arrow lifted his gaze to meet mine, searching my face with his watchful gray eyes.

“You’re pretty good at this pep talk thing.”

I shrugged, idly tracing his tattooed forearm.

“Oh, well, I can’t take all the credit. My future husband really grilled it into my head that I’m not a worthless nobody, so he’s my inspiration. My hero.”

Arrow blew out a breath.

“Fuck, Bobbie, don’t call me that. I don’t deserve it.”

I hummed as I dipped my head, kissing his neck sweetly.

“Yes, you do. And I’ll keep saying it for as long as I live. You saved me, Arrow. You loved me when no one else did.”

He scooped an arm around my waist, pulling me into his lap. I straddled him with a grin, smoothing my hands over his shoulders.

“This wasn’t what I had in mind when I came down here," I said. "But I’m right where I want to be, so I'm certainly not complaining.”

Arrow chuckled as he slid his hands under the hem of my shirt, cupping my hips. After living with him for six months and his insistent desire to make sure I got enough to eat, I had reached a healthy weight. Putting on a few pounds had turned my bony hips into softer curves. My tits were plump again, and I had to go shopping for a bigger bra.

I wasn’t starving and alone, living on the road anymore. I was loved and I was home.

I wiggled against Arrow’s groin until a growl rumbled in his chest. He grabbed my ass, grinding into me.

“Show me,” I said. “Show me what it will be like on our wedding night. Show me what it feels like when my future husband makes me come on his gorgeous, thick cock, over and over again.”

Arrow swore softly through his teeth. I knew that would get to him. Calling him my future husband was like a switch that never failed to turn him on.

His cock twitched against my clothed pussy, growing harder by the second. He skimmed his hands along my waist, up to my breasts, caressing them with a squeeze. When he pinched and rolled my nipples, I gasped, arching into his touch.

Arrow shifted to lean back against the couch, bringing his knees up for more leverage. He stripped off my shirt, immediately sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

I closed my eyes with a sigh of contentment, rolling my hips against the bulge in his sweatpants. Arrow grazed his hands down my torso, and snapped the elastic of my panties with a faint sting.

This is where I belonged. Right here. With him. Chasing the gradual rising heat of pleasure, touching and tasting and aching for release.

Within seconds, my panties had been tossed aside and Arrow’s sweatpants were pooled around his ankles. His cock jutted up, pulsing and leaking. I wrapped my fingers around his girth, watching his abs flex and sharpen in stark relief when his muscles contracted.

I pumped along his length a few times, savoring his reaction. Arrow dropped his head back against the couch with a moan, straining to thrust up into my fist. I reached down with my other hand to cup his balls, toying with the weight of them in my grip.

“Fuck, honey, that feels amazing,” he rasped.

I twisted my palm up and over the crown of his cock, smothering every sensitive little spot with merciless pressure and stimulation. His breath shuddered and hitched, and the veins in his neck strained.

I tugged and teased at his balls while I worked my fist along his cock faster, increasing the speed until he writhed.

“Bobbie, sweetheart,” Arrow croaked. “I’m—I can’t hold out much longer.”

I loved seeing him wrecked like this for me. He couldn't get lost in his own head when he was too preoccupied with getting edged.

Anchoring my palm on Arrow’s chest, I lined up his cock, easing that broad, blunt head into my entrance just enough to make him squirm with desperation. He watched me with hooded eyes as I sank down, reveling in every searing hot inch of him.

“Beautiful,” Arrow murmured, gliding his hands along my bare back. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”

I started slowly rolling my hips, working his cock deep inside me. He met me with thrusts of his own that sent a flood of ecstasy cascading down my spine. I pressed my forehead to his, gripping the back of his neck to ride him harder.