“Nobody’s ever said that to me before you.”
“Well, it’s true,” she rasps. “And you deserve to hear it.”
“You beat me to the compliment again.” I thrust into her hand. “You’re so stunning, I haven’t been able to catch a full breath all day.”
She kisses me softly, then lets her touch fall away from my body so she can spin around in my arms. Whit leans forward against a saddle with a whole-body relaxing exhale. Her ass wiggles against my crotch, stoking the fire between my legs. Flexing everything I can, I get my cock jumping, smacking against her skin. I’m pretty confident one good thrust into her tight heat will have me exploding.
“Is my man ready to make me come again?” She glances over her shoulder, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
That’s actually all I was put on this Earth to do.
Reaching between her legs, she takes hold of me and slowly joins our bodies in the way I wish we could be together for the rest of time. I thrust forward, groaning, and Whit’s forehead falls to meet the leather saddle. She’s alternating between rubbing her clit and stroking my drenched shaft as it slides in and out of her.
Each thrust brings us both closer to ecstasy, until I can’t form a complete word. This is my sanctuary; her body is the only one I plan to worship for the rest of my life.
“Play with my nipples,” she commands, and when I slide my arms up either side of her waist to reach for her tits, she shivers.
I pinch the hardened buds between my fingers, doing my best to roll and pinch and stroke them with limited reach and zero visual. As a current of electricity short-circuits in myballs, threatening to send me over the edge, the slamming of my hips against her ass becomes sloppy and frenzied. She’s so warm. So goddamn tight.
I’m prepared to get in trouble for it, but I lean forward and kiss her shoulder, pummeling into her and forcing a loud groan from her lips.
“Colt, I—I can’t breathe.Fuck.”
She cries out, shattering as she shoves my hips away and squirts all over my cock. I can’t take it. Something primal has me tugging her back and shoving myself inside. Her contracting muscles make me groan, and I grind deep inside her pussy. Gasping and cursing as I choke back a sob. I give in with a shattering, jerking contraction that affects every damn muscle in my body, and the unbearable heat finally dissipates when I’m pumping her full of my cum with a deep, satisfied moan.
Flopping forward, I kiss her back softly. Apologetically.
“You’re paying for that.” Her voice is hoarse.
I gasp for air. “I know. Choke me, hurt me, do whatever you need to do. I couldn’t help it. You…you…”
No words.
Whit
There’s still so much we need to discuss, but tonight I only care about the glimmering stars overhead and the weight of his hand on my lower back as he guides me up the porch stairs.
We stop for a brief kiss outside the door. He smooths my messed-up hair, tucking loose strands behind my ear, and I fix the collar on his button-down. I don’t know if this is how regular couples with kids have sex, but it’s how we do—sneaking away whenever there’s a free moment and neither of us can keep our hands to ourselves for another second. Binding him and edging him and coming so hard we need at least another ten minutes to compose ourselves.
I love him.
Colt follows me inside, letting the front door softly click shut behind us. Kate and Jackson’s home is warm, loud, and cozy, with most of the older wedding guests having migrated into the kitchen as soon as the sun set. There are classic country songs—and somebody who’s apparently trying their hand at karaoke—carrying down the narrow hallway.
In the living room, the kids are sprawled on a giant floor bed watching a movie. A sleeping Rhett has an arm and a leg strewn over Jonas’s torso, and a tender ache radiates through my chest at the sight.
Before the raw pang of longing takes up too muchunwarranted space in my heart and my brain, Colt’s hand slips around my waist to ground me. It’s amazing how the simplest touch alters my brain chemistry, reminds me that nothing matters outside of here and now. Us.
The family we’re building together—me, Jonas, Colt, and Betty—is enough.
Jonas cautiously cranes his neck when he catches me in his periphery. With a questioning expression, I give him a thumbs-up. The arm that isn’t being held hostage by a sleeping toddler returns the sentiment.
How could I ever feel like I need more when I already have the best kid?
Sure, we’ve had our fair share of difficulties—he and I have been through so much together over the last ten years. But the love in his heart is unmatched, and I’m finally starting to believe he’ll be okay.
Colt and I stroll into the busy kitchen, and I grab his hand when we approach my parents. No sense in trying to hide this for a second longer. Mom smiles up at us; she’s been relatively lucid today, with only a few small bouts of confusion. I’m so thankful Blair had a present and happy mom at her wedding. It’s the least my big sister deserves.
Whether she’s lucid for my future wedding or not, it’s okay. I want her to be there, but I don’t need her blessing.I’m content with myself, and my decisions, and the family I’m creating in a home where we don’t put conditions on love.
