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“Fucking hell.” His dark eyes locked with mine. “Bounce for me, baby.”

“God, Jaron.” I placed my hands on his chest for leverage and picked up speed. Riding him. Fucking him. Giving him what he needed. What we both needed.

“That’s it,” he grit out. “Faster.”

His cock swelled inside of me.

His hands on my hips tightened, pulling me forward and back. His pelvis thrust up and down.

We worked up a rhythm. Fucking each other hard, rough, so damn deep, I could feel him through every inch of me.

“Piper,” he shouted out, his back bowing off the bed as his release spilled into me.

Once he calmed down, I slowed but his fingers tightened.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Even though he was now soft inside of me, he continued to thrust into me.

“Get hard again, baby,” I told him.

He sat up, wrapping his arms around me and crushing his mouth to mine.

Getting the hint, I slipped my tongue between his lips.

His hands roamed down my back before cupping my ass.

I sighed, breaking the kiss.

“Marry me.”

I stopped moving, my eyes snapping to his. “What?”

“Marry me, Piper. Doesn’t have to be now. Or next month. Or even this year. I want you to promise me that you will marry me.” He pinched my chin, placing a soft peck on my mouth. “I love you. I love you so fucking much. I will make up for what I’ve done. I will prove to you that this is worth it. That we are worth it. I want you at my side. In my bed. In my life. Forever, baby.”

My eyes welled. “You…you want that? You want to spend your life with me?”

“Yes, Piper. I told you that at the hospital and I’ll continue telling you.” He linked our fingers and kissed my knuckles. “I promise to show you that we are meant to be. That we’ve always been meant to be. Your name is on my bank account. You have access to everything I own, Piper. What’s mine is yours. Literally.”

He spun us around and slid from my body. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he pumped until he became hard. Until he grew. For me.

“I am yours, Piper. All of me. Every inch. Every piece.”

I pushed my hands beneath his shirt, pulling it up his torso.

He pulled off the shirt, revealing his tanned torso to my feasting eyes. A bandage sat on his shoulder and another on his lower abdomen. He would have scars and they would constantly remind us for the rest of our lives of how he almost died.

We had so much to work through. We probably always would. Jail messed Jaron up. Brynlee being taken, messed us both up. But our love for each other would conquer all of the heartache life had thrown at us. It made us stronger apart and even stronger together.

“Remind me,” I whispered at the same time he sunk back into my body.

I sighed, spreading my legs even wider and taking his slow thrusts.

With his hand in mine, he consumed me completely.

“Jaron.” I ran my hands up his back. “I promise.”

He lifted his head, staring down at me, his hips stopping. “Really?”

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