Page 146 of In Your Wake

“This isn’t some pregnancy-hormone thing?”

Her jaw slackens as her eyes go wide. She swats my arm pretty hard. “No, Mitchell. This is the real deal. And that better be the last time you say anything about my hormones,” she adds, stabbing me in the chest with her finger.

I lean down, brushing my lips lightly against hers, then draw in a long inhale of her scent, of her warmth, letting this wave of indescribable joy spread over me.

Everything is finally clicking together.

She’s here. She’s in my life. And I’m not letting her go.

After a quick peck on the lips, she pulls away. “Not it. You’re telling Hunter.”

I wince. “Fuck.”

Giggling, she tries to run away, but I tug her against me, slowly slanting my lips over hers, waiting for permission.

She parts her lips with a low moan, meeting my tongue with hers, while her hands grip my hair, pulling my head back. She moves her lips to my neck, kissing me, and with a deep groan, I grip her thighs and hoist her up, spinning us around. I wedge her between me and the wall, causing something to crash to the ground and shatter nearby.

Laughing, she drags her lips away. “This place is falling apart.”

“Not yet, it isn’t,” I reply with a wink, smashing my lips to hers. I start to undo her overall buttons, but then let out an irritated grunt. “Of all days for you to wear these.”

I lower her down. She works the buttons and lets the overalls drop, then unbuttons her plaid shirt, but doesn’t take it off. She points to her mismatched white and navy polka dot bra and dark green underwear, grimacing with a soft blush. “Wasn’t planning on anyone seeing me naked today.”

“Mm.” Her creamy skin peeks out from the shirt, and I sneak a finger into the waistband of her underwear, tugging her toward me. I cradle her face with my free hand. “Toots, you could be wearing long johns and I’d still want you.”

I swiftly tug her underwear down her legs, helping her step out of them, then bunch them up, bringing them up to my face, and take a deep inhale. She rips them from my hand and throws them aside, then undoes my pants, sliding them down just past my ass.

I lift her, holding her against the wall, enjoying how my cock presses firmly against her warm heat. I growl softly into her neck, slipping a hand between us, rubbing her clit.

Our eyes meet when she reaches down, lining me up. The anticipation of being inside her makes my mouth water. Gently, she slides down onto my cock, and the sensation is so wild and hot, I can’t help but bite my lower lip.

What starts off slow and intimate, turns into a frantic need to fuck. To be as close as two people can be. She devours my mouth, stealing away whatever words remain unsaid. Whatever’s left to be healed.

This is a fresh start. A great fucking one at that.

I drop my mouth to her neck, tasting her sweat.

“Don’t let me fall, Mitch,” she says in my ear in a breathless hush.

She doesn’t mean literally. And I realize that my purpose is to be by her side, offering her my unwavering support. To be hers.

I lean into her, gripping one of her thighs with my free hand. “I’ll never let you fall.”

She fists her hands in my hair, tugging me back, and then sucks my lower lip into her mouth. “Okay, if we’re done with the cheese, can you please fuck me good and hard?”

A loud, unrestrained laugh escapes my lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

And I do. I give her everything I have, pinning her against our future dining room wall, the Atlantic Ocean in front of us, all our worries behind, and my entire soul fills with the possibilities of our future.

Together.

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The Rules

Max

October in Oakwhite has that cool chill in the air that foreshadows winter. The kind that creeps into your coat and reminds you that summer is a memory.