Her nails dig into my arms, her eyes widen from the feeling, the sensation, the complete acceptance of both of us becoming one. I see her bottom lip quiver. I watch as tears well in her eyes. I look down at her and give into us completely as her legs fall wider and I push further into her warm folds.
A moan escapes my lips once I finally come seated fully inside her. She gasps as she adjusted to my length before her legs raise as she wraps them around me. We pause, wait, fucking enjoy the feeling of our bodies, our souls, our fucking future interlacing together like we’ve both fucking needed. My lips find hers in the shadows and they part willingly, welcoming my kiss as our mouths slowly fuse together completing our union. My tongue slides across hers in affirmation of what this all means.
Mine. She’s all mine. And I won’t let anything take her, or Liam and Olivia, away from me ever again.
Pulling from inside her, I hear her groan as I take my time enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around me. Her legs, her sex, her arms as they pull me closer to her. Her teeth nip at my bottom lip as I push back inside her and a small scream of pleasure escapes her lips.
Carnal need takes over. The urgency to takes us both higher, as my thrusts become more demanding, more powerful, more dominating than I have ever felt before. Her nails dig deeper, our kiss becomes greedy, as she raises her hips and grinds her pelvis down against me making me growl, hiss, groan from the fucking best damn pleasure I have ever felt.
Mine. She’s all mine.
Our lips break apart as I back away from her and watch as her center slowly wraps around me the further I push back inside her. Looking up, I watch her breasts as they bounce with each thrust I make. Her eyes find mine and my mouth falls open as I hear her whisper my name. I look back down at where we are connected, joined, finally fucking united and a surge of dominance rushes through me.
Mine.
I rub her clit, hearing her moan louder as my length surges forward before quickly pulling out of her slick heat and thrusting inside her once again.
Mine.
Her nails dig deeper as I rub her sensitive bud faster, harder, more demanding than before.
Mine.
My name, a plea on her lips, breaks me from my trance as I look up at her and quickly gather her in my arms. Pulling her up, she straddles my lap and continues to grind down harder on my length as I push up inside her, needing to mark her. Claim what’s fucking mine. What will always be mine, and take her away with me, forever, where heaven waits for us and no one can fucking steal it away.
I hear myself groan her name. Feel her walls tighten. Her lips, rushed, bruising, crash against mine as our kiss becomes fierce. Dangerous. Intense, as we both climb higher, intoxicated, drugged by the way we are making each other feel.
I feel my length pulse, her quivering center clenching me harder as her climax approaches. Our eyes meet as our breathing comes fast, rushed, extreme as we both chase what we want most. The crashing together of our souls when they finally come together.
She pants my name as my hand finds her hair cascading down her back and I wrap my fist around it. I groan hers as her eyes hold mine and I feel both of our bodies crash together harder, faster, needing to feel more of the perfect fucking bliss we are finally letting ourselves indulge in. Her forehead falls against my own just as I push up, she crashes down and our bodies explode into the best fucking high either of us have ever felt. Her sex squeezes my hard length as I empty myself inside her. She screams, loud, violent, hysterically as passion ignites and we both become one.
I crash my mouth against hers to quiet us both, because fuck, I hear my own yell thunder through the room as my orgasm rips through my body in a way I never thought was possible. She screams every last breath she has into my lungs as I groan, growl, fucking explode inside her, gripping her hips and forcing her to ride out her ecstasy in sharp, hard thrusts.
My cock throbs as she slows and I feel myself release a little more pleasure inside her. She whimpers against my lips as my eyes suddenly flash open and I realize she is crying. Fuck! Cradling her in my arms, I sit up straighter and frame her face with my hands. But her eyes stay closed, forced shut, as she slowly rides my length once, twice, three more times as her climax gently leaves her.
“Rose,” I whisper. But her eyes remain shut as more tears fall. “Sunshine,” I plead as my heart hammers against my chest and fear begins to rise inside me, begins to steal every great and perfect thing that just happened between us right before I see a smile begin to grace her lips.
“Justin,” she whispers, before her beautiful eyes lift and I see my world, my future, my fucking best half staring back at me. “Let’s do that again!”
Chapter 23
Justin
The steady beating of my heart is all I hear as I feel hers match mine beside me. Pulling her closer, I kiss the top of her head and smile as she wraps her arms around me tighter. Her sigh fills the room a moment after. Content. Satisfied. Fulfilled. Everything I feel as well as we lie awake in the darkness together after two rounds of the best damn sex I have ever fucking had.
Trailing my fingertips across her bare arm, I feel alive, free, pure with her tucked into my side and the sounds of silence around us. Having fully satisfied our hunger for one another, a weight seems lifted as we then talked, confessed, accepted everything between us. Charlette, Emma, my mother, her tortured thoughts that I told her I knew about even though she felt the need to hide them. As we lay in complete peace and silence together something inside me mends, pieces back together, because damn it if her, this silence, the life floating between us isn’t the best feeling I have felt in a long time, maybe fucking ever.
I still don’t know everything. And she still only knows half of my hell. But the important facts, the urgent matters we’ve been avoiding, they are finally out in the open. And even though an unnerving feeling tries to steal this moment, even though my own hellish thoughts try to pull me under with them, attempt to make me believe in time she will see me for the monster I am, I push them away and try and focus on the here. The now. Because if all fails, if this is just some dream I’ll have to hold tight with me in the future, I want to remember every single damn second of it. Like the way our demons are silenced with just a touch of our hands. The way my hell turns to heaven with just a sound of her voice. And the way I know I’ll fight and won’t let anything, ever, tear us apart again, as long as she’ll let me.
She snuggles into my side and I cocoon her tighter against me. Shit, if this is what heaven feels like, no one better wake me and bring me back to the hell we both are trying to escape in the real world. Her fingers lace with my own and I lazily link mine tighter around them. Raising our hands up in the moonlight, I bring them to my lips and softly kiss her fingertips.
“I like this,” she sighs. “You and me.”
I smile as a sense of both happiness and dread bubble up inside. “I love this,” I quietly laugh into the darkness. “Just you,” I say as I pull her tighter. “And me.”
She giggles into my side before settling back down and trailing her fingers across my chest. “You know what I mean.”
And I do. I know the dance everyone normally does after they sleep together. Toeing the line, not wanting to tell the other just how much they are or aren’t feeling for one another, for fear they might not think the same. But she doesn’t have to worry about that with me. Not anymore. She’s my everything. And I make a silent promise to always show her just that.
“I know that when you’re here, with me, just like this,” I say, rolling to my side and looking in her eyes. “Life feels too perfect.” She smiles up at me and my heart swells. “And I know,” I whisper, as I lean in and kiss her neck. “That when you’re gone, my life feels like fucking hell.” She sighs, as my left hand brushes across her cheek and I kiss her shoulder.
“I feel that too,” she quietly says before silently and very hesitantly confessing. “And it scares me.”
My movements stop because shit if s
he didn’t just hit the nail on the head, for lack of a better term. But I try and play cool as I let my hand fall under the sheet and my thumb brushes against her bare nipple. “Nothing scares me more than being without you, Sunshine.” I whisper before kissing her cheek and looking up in her eyes. “Something I never plan to be without, ever.”
I crush my lips against hers because I can’t take the tortured look in her eyes. The one that tells me she’s worried if I am telling the truth. If this is real. If it won’t eventually be ripped away from us like every damn thing both of us has had ripped away in the past.
She pours her feelings into our kiss. Sad. Tormented. Hanging on to the hope we both feel between us. Her hands scrape through my hair before landing on the back of my neck. I feel her pull me in further, into a bruising embrace neither of us can get enough of. The fear. The unknown. It tries to settle between us to steal every damn thing we just created together, but I won’t fucking let it.
Pulling her bare body tighter against mine with my right hand, my left palm captures her face and pulls her into a relentless cradle as I grip her tight against me. Fuck the fear. Fuck the unknown. She’s mine. And I won’t let that shit screw with either of our heads any longer.
She feels the possession, the ownership in my touch, and whimpers in my arms as my tongue seduces her own into a feverish high. I growl when her leg wraps over my torso so I can feel her wetness coating my hardening length. I won’t let her go. I won’t let the fear, the damn unknown steal what we have. Not any longer. Her kiss slows once the demons subside before she kisses me lazily as my grip instinctively begins to loosen slightly as well following her lead.
“Justin,” she whispers against my lips before I can’t help myself and I grind against her needing to feel her, all of her. My body, my soul, it can’t get enough. And I know it never will.
My murmured response is all I can manage as I find the crook in her neck and suck, taste, explore her skin like I have done many times before, and need to now with her tiny frame wrapped around me, her wet tempting core pressed against my cock and my hands slowly, leisurely roaming her body. Her tiny hand holds onto my bicep and stills me. Stops me from taking her and silencing our minds like I want to. I look up and stare into her eyes and attempt to break the sexual fog still coursing through my veins, but damn it, the little vixen ever so slowly grinds her pelvis down against me and I curse from the fucking way she turned the table and just took control. Waiting, I study her, steady my hands, pray she speaks. And the sooner the better.
“I don’t care how complicated this gets,” she sternly says before grinding down against me once more and forcing me to growl with the need still rushing through me. “What happens. What doesn’t happen.” She says before she stops and I let her words sink in. I remain motionless as what she just said causes a chill to rise in my veins and cool the fire momentarily. “All I want, all I’ll ever want, is you.”
My heart stops. Fucking breaks as I look into her eyes and feel things, emotions, shit I haven’t felt in a long time. I brush my thumb across her bottom lip as a worried look fills her eyes. I see the anxiety, the nervous way she worries what she just said was too much. I smile, as I look down, take her hand in mine and gently bring her fingers to my mouth. Kissing her fingertips one by one, I eventually look up in her eyes when I get to the last finger.
“I love you,” I whisper as I stare in her eyes. Her breathing stops as she studies me. “Always have. Always will. From the moment I looked at you, felt you, needed you. Rose, I knew.” She smiles gently before I see tears begin to form in the backs of her eyes. “I’ll always love you. Always care for you. For Liam. For Olivia. You’re everything to me, Rose. I knew from the moment I crashed through that damn front door that all I’ll ever want, all I’ll ever need… is you.”
A happy whimper escapes her lips as they part and her grin grows. She pulls me closer and runs her fingertips down my face, studying me, before she looks me in the eyes. “I love you, too, Justin Gatz. Always have. Always will.” A chill runs up her spine as she stares into my soul and then whispers, “Forever.”
Silence. Peace. Understanding.
I lay there with her in my arms and know even though fate handed me some shitty cards, even though I’ve lost more than anyone normally does in one lifetime, I finally found her. I finally found heaven. My everything. And if life ended right here, right now, I’d die a happy man knowing I couldn’t have asked for anything more.
I don’t want to break the moment. I can’t force myself to sever the spell. The perfect way our worlds finally collided and gave us both more than we could ever ask for.
Each other.
I watch her and study her features in the moonlight. She’s incredible. Fucking perfect. Beautiful. Strong. My fucking everything.
Her hand dips below the covers and runs the length of my chest but I don’t move. I don’t let my eyes leave hers as she looks down and brushes them across the tattoo on my lower abdomen. “Trust.” She looks back up in my eyes and I can feel it, every damn thing that we don’t know how to say, don’t know how the the other one will react to, but we’ve somehow both accepted. Her hands dip lower as her eyes stay locked on mine and she slowly circles my tip before gripping, stroking, grabbing my length in the most fucking perfect way. I let her stroke me. Once. Twice. Three times, before a growl escapes my lips and I push her back against the bed breaking her contact.
“Rose,” I moan, as her legs spread and I effortlessly settle between them. I stare in her eyes in the darkness for a moment and feel it. Love. Peace. Acceptance. And God, I know we both never thought we’d be lucky enough to find it. But we did.
“Make love to me,” she whispers as I subconsciously position myself at her entrance before I still, needing to grab protection so I can do what we both want. What we both need. To feel each other closer than we have ever before. But she shakes her head as her hand drifts between us, pulls my length closer to her opening and she rises up, kissing my lips.
I fight it. The need to do exactly as she is asking. I tell myself to pull away. Be fucking responsible as our heated passion is clouding every damn rational decision and making us lose control. But as the tip of my cock breaches her entrance I find myself thrusting forward and doing exactly as she asked.
We both cry out from the beautiful sensation as her warm wet sex wraps around me perfectly. I stare in her eyes and worry for only two damn seconds what I did was wrong before her legs wrap around my waist, her pelvis grinds against me and I know that there is no such thing as fucking control when you love someone as much as I love her. There is only freedom to ever fully devote yourself to one another in the complete abandonment of it.
“I’ll never stop making love to you,” I whisper as my movements pick up and her cries of pleasure fill the room. “Always have. Always will. Forever, Rose.”
Chapter 24
Rose
Crying startles me awake. My eyes open as light from the nearby window brightens the room. My heart jumps in my chest as I sit up quickly and listen, but the crying is replaced by laughter. Bubbly contagious baby laughter that echos in from the front room and is soon followed by the giggles of Liam.
I look to my left and see the side of the bed empty. Pulling the sheet up my torso, a smile spreads across my face as I hear Liam shout his name, laugh hysterically and then hear the giggling once again of Olivia. My body hums in the most beautiful way as I lay there, naked, covered in his smell, remembering his touch last night and hearing him with my children this morning.
I wait a while longer before moving out of bed so I can listen to them. Remember this. Always be able to recall exactly what it felt like the morning I woke up and felt my world finally right, finally put back together by one man. A man who owns every single part of me and will for as long as I live.
When the laughter fades, I listen to their muffled voices a moment longer before I tell myself I should move. I need to go out there. I want to see and be a part of whateve
r it is that sounds so damn perfect. But just as I am about to swing my legs over the side of the bed, the door to the room opens and I pull the sheet up a little further in shock.
“Surprise,” Liam exclaims as he shoots into the room, a tray in his hands and the most beautifully innocent of smiles on his face. I look up and see Justin following close behind. Shirt off, his tan toned muscles on display with his pants hung low, and Olivia on his hip. He gives me that smile, the one that makes me want to do anything he wants and then winks at me.
My eyes are glued to him. Stuck on the way he is carrying Olivia. The way he fits so perfectly into our world. And the way my body is now humming when it shouldn’t because my kids are present, but God all I want to do is feel every inch of him pressed up against me like he was last night.
When Liam reaches the side of my bed I finally look at the little man and smile. “Well what do you have here?” I pretend, as if I haven’t fully realized the gesture. Breakfast in bed. Is this for real?
“Pancakes,” he exclaims loudly before setting the tray in my lap and causing me to flinch and help him as it almost tips over.
“Pancakes, huh?” I ask, as my eyes look up and hold Justin’s. He sets a cup of coffee down on the bed side table and adjusts Olivia in his arms.
“Figured you might be famished after last night,” he says with a mischievous smile and then a light laugh.
I look up at him and smirk, pulling the sheet around me a little tighter. “Is that so?”
“Mmhmm,” Liam remarks, making me look back his way. “Justin said we should let you sleep in because you worked out, a lot. And when you woke up you’d be hungry,” my eyes go wide as I stare at my son before looking up at the man above me.
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