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She squeals as I flip her over so she's the one on her back. I brush my nose against hers, running my hand down the length of her body, enjoying the feel of her beside me without the oppressive weight that's been pressing down on us for the past few weeks.

"Me and you, Mia. It's our time."

A smile curls at her lips, but I don't get to see the result of it because I slam my lips down on hers and kiss her until we're both panting for breath.

After assuring everyone that we were okay when we got back last night, we had a quick shower together before falling into bed, but despite Mia's words before we got out of the car, her exhaustion took over and she crashed not long after, leaving me to hold her tight and tell myself over and over that this was it. We were finally going to get what we've craved for months.

We were going to get to be us. Openly, honestly and most importantly, publicly—because no matter what happens next with Q, we're going to be doing it side by side.

Hooking her leg up around my waist, I walk my fingers down her thigh until I find the burning heat of her pussy.

"Bexley," she moans, ripping her lips from mine as I dip a finger into her wetness.

Latching on to the soft skin of her neck, I shift myself between her legs and push another digit inside her. Her hips roll as I find her G-spot.

"Oh God."

Sliding her hands up my arms, she grips onto my shoulders as I up my pace. Her nails dig into my skin, the biting pain shooting straight for my aching cock.

Just before she's about to fall, I drag my fingers from her and replace them with my length. Both of us groan as I sink inside her, our eyes locked as a million promises pass between us.

"I love you, Mia. I love you so fucking much," I tell her, wrapping my hand around the side of her neck and rolling my hips.

"Bexley," she moans, her back arching before she lifts her head, searching out my lips once more.

I move slowly, needing to take my time with her, to remind myself that it can be like this. That we don't need to be consumed by fear, secrets and lies. That we can just be us—two people giving their hearts to each other as they embark on planning their future. Together.

Releasing her neck, I gently run my fingertips over the scabs that cover where her brand used to be. My heart aches knowing that she went to such extremes to rid it from her body, but as much as we both might hate that mark, it's forever going to be a huge part of our history, of what made us the people we are right now. We're not going to let it rip us apart, but we can use it to make us stronger.

He's gone, and he no longer holds any kind of power over us. The power is all ours.

Easton.

Easton is about to regain the power, and Mia Easton is going to be right there beside me as we take over this motherfucking town.

"Bexley, I need—"

"Shhh, baby. I know what you need. Me."

"God, I love you," she moans. “Only ever you."

Despite her pleas and the pain of her nails scratching at my back in her attempt to make me lose control, I don't. Not this time.

"I'll fuck you later, baby. Right now, I want to love you."

"Oh God." Her pussy ripples around my length, making my release emerge way faster than I'm ready for.

When she finally comes, her entire body trembles with the powerful orgasm and she clings on to me as she rides out every single wave before I follow her over the edge.

We lay side by side, locked in each other's arms for the longest time as we get control of our breathing.

"Can we stay like this forever?" she whispers after long, silent minutes, but as if someone's listening. Before I get to respond, there's a soft knock on the door.

"Bex, the hospital just rang," Alex calls through.

"Reality calls.” Regretfully unwrapping myself from Mia, I swing my legs from the bed and pad over to the door. I crack it open enough to see Alex but stay hidden. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah. It smells like sex in there." His nose wrinkles.

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