“These earrings are incredible, but I can’t possibly accept them.”
“Why not?”
“Where would I wear them? I can’t clean houses in them.”
“The only house you’ll be cleaning, and that’s only if you want to, is ours.”
“Bronx–”
“Before you say no, let me tell you something. You know my tattoo on my back, the one of the tree.”
“Of course.”
“It’s a sketch of the same tree I rested against after I escaped the cabin. I remember as I sat there bleeding out, reflecting on my brief life, and coming to the conclusion that most people do when they’re facing life or death.
“I wanted to live. And I still want to live, but only with you. We’d only be wasting time that we could have had together if we take things slow.”
I skim my fingers down the side of his face and along the dark hallows of his face.
He hasn’t slept either.
“Imagine our life in a year. What do you see?” he asks me.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “I’ve never thought about things too far in the future. I wasn’t even sure that I’d have one worth dreaming about.”
“That’s why you’ve got me, baby. I can see far enough for the both of us and there’s a lot of laughter, loads of fucking, and a long ass lifetime of love.”
I tilt my head up to meet his intense gaze and initiate a passionate kiss.
“Okay.”
All of our surroundings fall softly away as I become completely consumed with Bronx’s demanding kiss. A kiss that I feel vibrating in between my legs and straight to my toes.
Bronx pulls his head back and says with the most earnest look on his face. “Let’s go home, baby. There’s a jacuzzi full of hot water waiting for you and a fridge full of fresh ingredients. I’m still waiting to taste that chocolate cake.”
“You’ll get a taste all right,” I tease, thanking whatever guardian angels I have working in my favor for bringing this man into my world.
I’d been waiting for Bronx my whole life. I just didn’t know it yet.
37
Bronx
“Are you sure that this is even humanly possible?”
“We’ve been doing this for weeks, so yeah, it’s definitely possible.”
“Not from this angle we haven’t.”
Karma is in the middle of our bed, face down, ass up, and primed and ready for me to pound her pussy into total submission. I saved the doggy style position for last because it can be an intimidating one, but oh so satisfying once my dick hits her in the right spot.
“Trust me, baby, people have been doing this for centuries and there’s a reason for it.”
“But not everyone has your sized dick.”
As if it’s possible, my dick grows even harder when she talks about the size of my cock.
God, this woman.
