Page 77 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

“I told you we’d made it fit. All it took was making your pussy cry for me, and your cunt was pulsing, begging me to fuck you.”

Though, as I say that, I know what we’re doing is so much more than fucking—it’s life-changing, soul-altering lovemaking.

I slide in and out of her tight wet heat, delirious from the pleasure she’s giving me.

“Take me harder. You won’t break me,” she moans.

“I don’t want to hurt you, you’re too precious to me. I want to do this right,” I say, struggling to hold back from pounding her into the mattress.

Her delicate hands frame my face as she drags me down for a gentle kiss.

“You’d never hurt me. I’ve wanted you for so long. Make love to me like you’ve always wanted. Take everything—it’s always been yours.”

And with her permission, I fuck her brains out.

My mouth’s on her tits, marking her chest, biting her neck, my thumb frantically working circles over her swollen clit, while my cock thrusts in and out of her perfect body.

“Fuck. Your cunt’s heaven, baby. I’m not going to last,” I pant.

“I can’t tell…if I’m still coming from your mouth…or coming again. You feel so good. You’re such a stud, filling me up, taking everything from me.” I nearly shoot my load from the filthy words leaving her angelic mouth.

“FUCK!” I pull out and in one—two—three pumps, I’m spurting hot cum onto her tits and her soft belly until I’m spent.

I carefully roll off her tiny body onto my back atop the tangled sheets.

“That was better than I ever dreamed it would be,” Delilah says to the shadows dancing across our bedroom ceiling.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I never thought I’d have you. I wasn’t kidding, now that you’ve let me inside your body, I’m never letting you go.” I reach out and take her hand, lacing our fingers together like we always do—somehow familiar but also brand new.

I shouldn’t be surprised our sexual compatibility is on fire. Our pieces have always fit together like a puzzle. Once you know everything about your person, any walls and barriers to intimacy are already gone. We can revel in pure, unabashed, carnal desire.

“So, don’t,” she says, squeezing my hand.

Little does she know I’d die before letting her go. I sit up to get her a washcloth to clean my mess from her skin, but she pulls me back down.

“Stay. I’m happy evidence of your love is covering my skin. Stay.”

Fuck. I’ve never been able to say no to her and there’s no way I can deny her when she says things like that.

I lay beside her and arrange her in to lay on my shoulder like we sleep every night. She curls into my side, stroking my sweat-cooled chest. Her fingers absentmindedly trace my tattoos, like she’s done a million times.

“I love all your tattoos, but this one’s always been my favorite,” she muses, her touch a soothing balm along every line and curve of the sun inked above my heart.

“Yea? It’s my favorite too,” I say wistfully.

“Why’s that?” she asks.

“Because it’s you.” Our eyes meet—this moment frozen in time. “You’re my sunshine. You always have been.”

“Thanks, brother. I hope you know what this means to me, and what it’ll mean to her. Living near Izzy, and her therapy horses…thank you.” I shake Reid’s hand, sealing our deal.

“James will draw up the paperwork. I’ll reach out to the architect we’ve been using and set up a time for y’all to meet. Congratulations, and welcome to the family, again,” Reid says, clapping me on the back and heading back to work.

In a weird twist of fate, I’m lucky to be Reid’s brother-in-law from Sam’s marriage to my sister, and now from each of us planning to marry one of the Tate twins.

As I walk back to my truck, fallen leaves crunch beneath my boots, my fingers running along the curved metal in my pocket. Parked in front of what will someday be my home with my girl, I sit on the tail gate and allow myself a moment of calm.

Every penny has brought me closer to making Delilah’s dreams come true. It’s still heartbreaking I can never give her the house by the library.