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By the time I made it into the shower, I’d already drank a third of it, and it was beginning to set in, easing the pain from my bones. The shower hurt on my sore body, but I endured it, scrubbing the dirt and dust out of my hair and off my skin as quickly as I could manage before stepping out of the shower and drying off.
Cannon was sitting on my bed when I strode out of the bathroom. I paused, frowning at her, the bottle of whiskey dangling from my fingers. She was only in a t-shirt that oddly looked like mine, all of her clothes in a pile by the bed—including the shirt she had on a little while ago.
“Is that my shirt?” I grunted, nodding my head in the direction of her torso.
She nodded. “You want it back?”
Fuck this. I’d fought this for so goddamn long, and she had remained steady. She didn’t back down. She didn’t walk away. She continued standing there, waiting on me to let her save me.
Maybe it was fucking time I let her.
I dropped the towel around my hips to the floor and guzzled some more whiskey, letting it burn down my throat. I was drinking it like it was water at this point, but I didn’t fucking care.
“I’m a bit drunk,” I warned her as I set the half-empty bottle on my nightstand.
She shrugged, not caring in the slightest. “I know how loose your morals are, Whiler.”
I grinned at her and crawled onto the bed. She laid back on the mattress, and my face finally loomed above hers. She licked her lips, her eyes flicking over my face. Pleased with whatever she found, she sank her teeth into her bottom lip and smiled so fucking prettily, for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
“If I stop fighting this, Cannon, you’re mine. No one else’s. No one fucking touches you. No one breathes in your direction. Every breath belongs to me. Every orgasm you have is mine. I’ll tattoo my name on your body and mark you as mine forever if I fucking need to.”
A shaky breath escaped her lungs, but the longing in her eyes for what I was promising was unmistakable. “You sure you’re ready for something like that, Whiler?”
I wrapped my hand around her slender throat, dragging her up until her nose touched mine, our eyes so close, I could see every shade of blue in her irises. “Don’t question me, baby.”
A wicked grin tilted her lips then, and my cock jerked between us. “I’ll always question you, Whiler.”
I grunted and released her, moving from above her and laying on my back, really beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol now. “Take that shirt off and come ride me like a good girl,” I commanded.
She whipped her—well, my—shirt over her head and reached over me, grabbing a condom from my nightstand drawer. I watched her with hungry eyes as she ripped the condom packet open before her slender fingers began to roll the condom over my shaft.
Without a word, she straddled me and slowly sheathed herself on me. I groaned, arching my neck, my throat muscles straining. I wasn’t going to last long. Between her sinful body, how hot and wet she was, and the alcohol, I was going to come in no fucking time.
“If I come before you do, I’ll get you off. Promise,” I rasped.
She leaned forward and kissed me, slipping her tongue in my mouth before she began to ride me, twisting her hips and fucking herself on my cock. I groaned, the fingers of my left hand tangling in her hair while my right hand roamed her curves, imprinting every bit of her I could into my memory.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, bending my knees a little so I could thrust up into her. She moaned, her lips seeking out mine again. I couldn’t bring myself to deny her. Our tongues erotically danced together, and her nails scoured across my shoulders and biceps, no doubt leaving marks. Sliding both my hands down her body, I gripped her ass cheeks, spread them, and probed her other hole with one of my fingers.
She shuddered, and right as I was about to tentatively breach her, she cried out, tightening around my dick and calling out my name. I snarled and flipped her onto her back, hammering into her. Her tits bounced with each hard stroke into her, and she gripped the sheets above her head, her beautiful face twisted into an expression of pure ecstasy.
The base of my spine tingled, and my balls drew up tight. Leaning down, I kissed her, my tongue probing into her mouth. Groaning, I came, spilling into the condom, my arms shaking with the effort it took to keep me from flopping down and crushing her.
Forcing myself, I eased out slowly before rolling to my back, my chest heaving, sweat lightly coating my skin. Cannon pressed her hand to her chest, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath.
“Fuck,” I grunted, peeling the condom off. I tied it before dropping it on the floor. It was gross, but I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed. Wasn’t even sure if I’d make it to the trashcan in the bathroom without falling and busting my face on the hardwood floor, if I were being honest.
“Come here,” I grumbled, holding out my arm to her. Cannon quickly rolled into my side, and I settled on my side as well, facing her. Tangling our legs together, I wrapped my arms around her and tugged the blankets over us before pressing my lips to her forehead.
“Stay with me?” I asked quietly, suddenly feeling so fucking lonely, it was like being hollow. Like there was nothing inside of me.
It was unsettling.
“Always,” she promised, pressing a kiss to my chest right above the erratic beating of my heart.
I tightened my hold on her and buried my face in her sweet-smelling hair.
I had no fucking clue what tomorrow would bring for either of us, but I’d do my damnest to let her save me. That was a promise.
