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“Jaron, I…” Her voice shook, her thighs trembling around me. My name left her lips again on a scream.
“Say it,” I demanded, keeping my thrusts at an even pace.
“I-I love you,” she cried out. “God, I love you too.”
As soon as those words left her lips, my release poured into her.
***
(Piper)
After we came down from our passionate high, we were lying in bed, content and secure, just comfortable in each other’s arms.
“I’m scared,” Jaron blurted, breaking the silence.
“What?” My eyes were wide as I stared up at him. Never in my whole life would I think Jaron would admit to being scared of something.
“I’m here.” I cupped his cheek.
His eyes fluttered closed.
“I’m always here,” I murmured.
“I don’t want you to stop loving me when you find out what I did.” He looked at me then, peering down into me. With both of us naked, the vulnerability slid between us.
“That would never happen, Jaron.” Placing my hand on his chest above his heart, I kissed his cheek. “Look, I know we don’t have a lot to go on as far as our history together. I also know it takes time for us to trust how we feel about each other...but Jaron, my soul recognizes yours. You. Are. The. One.”
He fisted my hair, crushing his mouth to mine and pushing me onto my back. His cock grew, hardening between us. It rested against my lower belly, reminding me of the reaction I caused in him. The need for more. The will to please.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pulled him even closer.
A low growl escaped him. In a rough move, his hand tightened in my hair as his tongue devoured every inch of my mouth.
Lifting my hips, I hinted for more, needing him back inside me. I wanted him slow and gentle and then rough and fast. I wanted everything that made up him. The man I was in love with. The man I was going to marry.
Jaron slid his other hand down my side before hooking my leg around his waist. He slowly slid back inside me, forcing a sigh from somewhere deep inside when we were connected once again.
Piper
A knowing smile passedbetween us as I got dressed. Jaron watched me in the reflection of the mirror.
He would smirk.
My cheeks would become hot.
His smirk would grow.
And I would laugh.
When I pulled the gray sweatpants up over my hips, fingers wrapped around my wrist. I jumped, my eyes shooting to Jaron. I didn’t even realize he had left the bed.
His jaw ticked, a dark shadow passing over his face but before I could question it, it was gone. Releasing me, he went to the dresser and grabbed my white tank top. He slipped it on over my head, smoothing it down my middle before pulling me into his arms. His body shook with a shuddered sigh.
“Jaron?” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, unsure as to what was going on but wanting to help him with whatever it was. No matter the cost or what I had to do. I would help him.
Before Jaron came home, I probably would have cried over the fact that he still hadn’t told me what was going on with him. But then, on the other hand, I had to be patient. He did tell me that he was in love with me. He told me often how he loved me, so I couldn’t fault him for not revealing all. It was too soon. He needed time. We had so many lost moments together that we had to take what we could.
“Jaron? Hey.” I brushed my mouth over his. “You good?”
