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I stroke into her hard and fast, adding a third finger, which she takes easily when I tease her clit with my thumb. And she shatters in a powerful orgasm that soaks my hand and has her crying out my name.
I can’t wait any longer. I need her. My Janey. A dark desire to have her pussy wrapped around my cock like her hands are wrapped around my heart takes over my mind and body.
I jerk back off the bed, nearly ripping my clothes off. Janey’s floating back to Earth and watches me with hazy eyes as I take myself in hand for two tight strokes. But that’s all the restraint I have. I climb onto the bed over her, lying in the cradle of her bent legs and aligning with her entrance.
One thrust forward and we’re joined again. I groan at the delicious feeling. I’m home, where I belong, inside her. Resting on my elbow, I hold her hip, imagining I can feel the lines of her floral tattoo beneath my fingertips, and she squeezes my waist with her knees. Nose to nose, I stroke into her, trying to stave off the inevitable because I want to stay like this forever.
“I love you,” Janey says suddenly, her eyes boring into mine.
“Say it again.”
“I love you. I love you,” she repeats with every deep plunge I make into her. Her arms wrap around me, hugging all my broken parts together, and I’m gone, lost in her. A tingle starts low in my gut, my whole body going tight.
“Janey,” I grunt as I explode, shooting jets of hot cum deep into her pussy.
Her answering cry inspires me to keep going, pumping into her shallowly so that I’m grinding over her clit and keeping my cum deep inside her. “I love you too.”
She might not need my words, but she appreciates them, and when she blinks, her eyes look extra shiny like she’s on the verge of tears. But the pleasure wins out and a second later, her eyes roll back in her head as she spasms beneath me. I feel the waves of her orgasm as her pussy pulses around me, and I guide her through it, prolonging it as much as I can.
Any other time, I’d spread our combined cum over her clit and demand one more orgasm for her, but I can’t break the connection we have right now. I want to stay inside her as long as I can. Forever, if she’ll let me.
Gathering her in my arms, I roll us, keeping her impaled on my cock as she drapes over me. But when I check to make sure she’s comfortable, I can see the tears starting to fall.
“Janey?” I ask gruffly, not sure what’s wrong but already wanting to fix it.
She smiles through her tears and explains, “I’m so happy.”
The knot in my chest relaxes, and I smile back, telling her, “Me too.”
We lie like that for hours, her head on my chest right over my heart, which beats for her, and my hands tracing over her skin, memorizing every inch. Eventually, she falls asleep in my arms, but I stay awake, listening to her cute little snores.
I’m the luckiest bastard alive. I don’t know how or why Janey was able to see beneath my asshole exterior and find a tiny pocket of goodness deep in my soul, but I’m so fucking glad she did. Only now, with her in my arms and in my life, do I realize what a shell of a man I was. But she’s filled me up with her sunshine and her love.
And I can’t imagine a day without her.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
JANEY
“Five more minutes,” I mumble. My face is smushed into my pillow, and though he’s not in bed with me, I smell Cole’s cologne on the sheets.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I frown with my eyes clenched shut, listening as I process what I’m hearing. The shower is on, so that must be Cole. But that other sound? Still half-asleep, it takes me an embarrassingly long time to realize it’s someone knocking on my front door.
I sit up in bed, grumpy at the too-early intrusion. Everyone knows I like to sleep in on the weekends, and given my weekday early alarms, it’s perfectly reasonable to sleep until nine on the two days a week that I can.
But apparently, not today.
I get up, grabbing my robe and pulling it on as I walk into the living room.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Whoever’s impatiently banging on my door must have a death wish, or a sales quota that they have to meet today. But newsflash, I’m not buying. Unless it’s Girl Scout cookies.
Tying my robe, I open the door. And nearly slam it right back closed. But I’m too late.
“Geez, Janey, I thought I was gonna die of old age out there before you opened the door,” Mom snipes as she walks into my house uninvited.
