I ripped open my pants with my other hand. There was barely enough room between us. When I finally freed myself, I paused. “I don’t have a condom.”
She kept rolling her hips, her eyes shut, bliss paintingher expression. “That’s okay. We can do other things for now.”
“I plan to sink deep into you, but I need to know if you want that too. I need you to know there’s been no one but you. And I need to know if you’re ready for this.”
She stilled and her gaze flew to mine. “You’re serious? You’d be okay if I got pregnant?”
“Fuck, yes. And once I got my head out of my ass and realized I was letting fear keep me in the past, I got more than okay. I want kids—with you. I want to raise them—with you. And I want them to have the big fucking support system that’s your family and my dad.”
She brushed her hand down my cheek and stroked my bottom lip with her thumb. “I want that too. And I want you inside me.”
A growl left me. I slipped my finger from her and yanked her underwear to the side. I pushed in as she ground down.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Gideon,” she gasped, her eyelids drifting shut.
When I was fully seated, she met my gaze. My emotions were mirrored in her eyes. This was intense. I could feel everything. Every little ripple.
“You’re so fucking wet.” All the sensations were amplified and it wasn’t just because we were skin to skin. There was nothing between us. She had all of me.
“You make me that way.”
I gripped her hips. “I’m never leaving you again.”
“Promise?” Her gaze was dreamy as she lazily rode me.
“Never fucking again.” I slid my hand around and put my thumb on her clit.
A full-body shudder racked her and she moaned.
“That fucking sound. Do you know how much I dreamed of you?”
“Not as much as I dreamed of you.” Her pace picked up.
She was heaven on me and around me. Her needy noises, that cotton-candy smell that left me a starved man while I was in Vegas, and this lush goddamn body. Energy coiled at the base of my spine, cinching everything tight. I concentrated on her; otherwise, I’d be a finished man.
Her breathing hitched. “Gideon. I’m so close.”
“You need to come,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’m not going to last.” It was a damn miracle I’d made it this long.
A cry escaped her lips and her rhythm grew erratic. Finally. I increased pressure on her clit and dragged her head toward me. Thanks to the cramped cab of the pickup, there wasn’t much distance to cover before I could capture her mouth and thrust my tongue inside.
She spasmed, the early stages of her climax hitting. With my tongue, I matched the short thrusts I was making in the crowded space. She went taut and threw her head back.
I dropped the gates on my release. Lightning shot through my body, striking every inch of skin as my release poured out of me.
“Fuck. Autumn.Fuck.”
She convulsed around my cock, gripping and milking. I squeezed my eyes shut and gave myself to her. This was my woman. My wife.
Autumn
We’d recovered after our first round in the pickup, then he’d traded places with me and driven us home. Sprinkles got some quick pets from him before he locked us in the bedroom and ravaged me two more times. Now, I rested my head against Gideon’s bare chest and traced my fingers over the planes of his abs.
I was married.
I wasmarriedmarried. This wasn’t pretend. Not just a deal. It was Gideon and me embarking on a life together.
