Annie shook my hand, then Reese’s. “She really never shuts up about you, you know.” Annie smiled.
She was sweeter, and I could see why Morgan liked her. There was nothing that wasn’t genuine about her.
“I’ll walk you out,” I told them. Once they’d gotten a couple of steps, I turned to Reese and lowered my voice to a whisper. “Go to the bedroom and get ready for me. I’ll be right with you.”
“Yes, Sir,” Reese said, sounding excited.
I followed Morgan and Annie through the house, the ring on my finger a welcome weight to remind me of how lucky I was. How happy I was. And who was waiting for me in our bedroom.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” I said as Morgan climbed into her car. Once it had left the driveway, I shut the door, locked it, and went to join Reese to celebrate our engagement.
Again.
CHAPTER 10
Reese
The sound Corymade from the doorway when he walked in on me was almost enough to make me come on the spot.
“Today I’m reminded of how I’m thankful you know the best ways to open that tight ass of yours for my cock,” he murmured, closing the space between us and crawling onto the bed.
I was naked on all fours with two fingers shoved up my ass, and he was still fully dressed with a glass of champagne in his hand.
“What else are you thankful for?” I let my head hang low between my shoulders, fingers still working to get me ready for my future husband’s cock. Behind me, he downed the champagne and reached around to set the glass on the nightstand, then he was back with his hands on my ass cheeks, his breath hot against the top of my hand.
“Thankful for how loose your throat is now.”
I groaned, pulling my hand away.
Cory spread my ass cheeks apart and made a very pleased noise. He was quick to slick his shaft and replace my fingers with his cock, sliding into me with one sharp thrust of his hips. Hepulled us both down into a seated position, then bracketed his hands over the swell of my hips and I took over from there.
“Thankful you know how to ride me like your life depends on it,” he said next.
Our skin slapped together, a messy symphony, and Cory reached around and spread his hands over the inside of my thighs. The bruising from the night he’d come home and kicked me were almost gone, but he searched them out and pressed down hard. My thrusts stuttered, and he pushed harder until I started again.
“I’m thankful you’re not afraid to ask for the things you need.”
“I need you,” I rasped.
He kissed the back of my neck. “I’m yours.”
Trailing his hands up my front, he went for my cock next, strangling my shaft with a punishing grip that made it impossible to keep riding him.
“Thankful you know when to yield,” he said, licking a stripe up the side of my neck.
He shoved me onto the bed and flipped me onto my back, hiking my calves up over his shoulders before sinking back into me. Moving slow enough I thought I was about to lose my mind, Cory dragged his nose down my throat until he was past my collarbone and then he bit me.
Coming into myself as a submissive was one thing, embracing my masochistic side was another one entirely. But with the sharp sting of his teeth, pleasure rolled through me, and I arched against him, pulling our bodies closer together.
“What else?” I asked.
“Thankful that you want me,” he said next, the words hot and quiet against my ear. My chest ached from where he’d bitten me, and the trail of spit as he’d licked his way back up burned like lava.
“I don’t want you,” I countered.
“Need,” he interrupted.
“Need.”
