“Open wide for me.”
She spreads her legs and, with my cock still in her hand, guides me home.
On that first thrust, her moan melds into mine, and our gazes hold—emotion arcs between us like a rainbow. Our differences don’t matter because it’s the strength of our love and desire that color our worlds and are the quintessence of our connection.
I lift her arms over her head and slide my palms against hers, interlocking our fingers. I glide in and out, worshiping her body, worshiping her. She lifts her knees to hug my hips and meets me stroke for stroke, her body rocking, her nipples scraping against my chest, ragged whimpers spilling from her lips.
Pleasure mounts. Our skin grows hotter—slicker. We’re fucking hard, loving hard. Her body shifts up the bed, and our fingers grip, squeezing. Pervaded by the crackling heat of us, we rut like animals and mate like lovers. I watch her eyes go feral, losing their focus. She’s close, but I’m closer. I wait for her, setting a frantic pace, pumping and swirling my hips in unleashed passion.
“Jasper!” My name wrenches from her throat in choking screams as she comes in a rapid-fire of shudders and vibrations, clamping and creaming all around my cock.
I thrust into her once more, and I’m gone. Steam-laced groans rent the air and hurtle me over the cliff. The same way I’d fallen for her, fast, hard, and with overwhelming impact.
Afterward, we lie blissfully sated and sweaty in each other arms, sharing soft kisses and soothing caresses.
“I want to ask you something,” she says, separating our lips a fraction and looking down at me.
“Anything.”
“You’re so agreeable. I must have you under my sexual spell.”
“When don’t you?” I squeeze her butt cheek.
“What do you think about inviting your grandfather for dinner with my family next Saturday? I’d like my parents to meet him. I talk about the colonel all the time.”
I go still beneath her.
“What?”
“I love the idea.” I kiss her, appreciating her thoughtfulness. “Pops would like that. You know how much he adores you.”
“I adore him too. So?”
“I don’t know if we should throw another family member in there when your parents and brother still have reservations about me.”
“No, they don’t,” she rushes to reassure me.
“Of course they do. Any family would.”
“My mom really likes you, and Dad and Jared are just being men.”
“What does that mean?”
“They’re flexing their protective muscles because you’re the first man I’ve brought home.”
“You brought Theodore home.”
“I was twenty-three. They didn’t take that seriously. But they know I’m serious about you.”
“Another man that’s cheated.”
“You didn’t cheat on me.”
“Do you think that distinction matters to them?”
She doesn’t answer because she knows I’m right.
Whoever said three times is a charm hadn’t sat across from Dillion and Jared Sinclair on three separate occasions and saw the skepticism through their stiff smiles and watchful eyes. I can’t blame them. My past looms beside me like a giant elephant in the room.
