“Just me?” she asks, almost breathless.
“No one else,” I confirm, maintaining eye contact. “You’re it for me, Cami Parker.”
I want to tell her that I love her, that I’ve loved her for three years. It isn’t the right time. She’ll think I’m saying it because my cock is buried inside her.
But I’ve not been with anyone since I realized it. As soon as I knew I loved her, I stopped sleeping around.
A curious part of me wants to ask the same question, but I won’t be able to handle it if I hear she’s fucked other men. Irrational jealousy will tear me apart. It’s better if I don’t know. We weren’t together for the last three years. No commitment. She owed me nothing.
“Rex?”
I focus on her, shoving away thoughts that don’t matter. It’s just the two of us and this moment. The world can go to hell, and I don’t care. “Yeah?”
“I haven’t been with anyone since the night I kissed you.”
Fuck. I can’t contain the joy that surges through me. She’s waited longer than I have, nearly four years. No one has touched what’s mine. It’s such a relief that I lower my head and capture her lips. The kiss is hungry and demanding, a dominant claim that I can’t help asserting over her.
She’s kissing me back with the same feverish need. I break the contact only to look into her eyes as I sink into her. I’m big. I won’t be able to drive deep in the first thrust, and that’s okay.
“Rex.”
She grips my shoulders as I begin to sway my hips, using the natural lubrication of her pussy to fill her more with every stroke. It takes a minute, but I’m finally buried to the root.
“You okay?”
“It’s a tight fit.”
“The perfect fit,” I agree. “You’re made to take my cock, baby.”
I start to move, gliding in and out of her warmth as I pick up speed. The way becomes slicker, and I can move easily as her pussy grips the base of my shaft. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s not just the fact that I love her.
“You’re so beautiful.”
She moans as I rock in and out, whispering words about how perfect she is, and how good this feels.
“Rex.” She’s getting closer.
I can tell because I fill her completely, and her pussy contracts around me. It’s getting harder to maintain a rhythm. I can feel my body responding to hers. I want to come with her.
And then I feel her spasm around my cock, and I can’t hold back. I’m pounding into her as she cries out my name, driving hard and deep. Just a few more strokes and I shudder, filling her as my hips pump and I groan, knowing there’s no way I’ll ever let her go now.
She’s going to be my ol’ lady. I plan to marry her because she deserves to wear my ring and my brand. I’ll never stop wanting or loving her.
There's only one way I'll be satisfied. Camille in my bed and wearing my property patch. I'll remove every obstacle and threat until she agrees. After all, it's about time she accepts the inevitable. Cami is Property of Mountain.
Our lips meet in a soft, sultry kiss. I finally pull out of her and roll over, tucking her against me.
I fall asleep as she snuggles into me, resting her ear over my heart. It’s perfect.
“HOW IS SHE?” SCYTHEasks as I leave my room to grab a few water bottles.
“Better. We haven’t discussed last night yet. I think she’s processing what happened.”
He leans against the bar, and I know he’s got more to say. “We need to find the asshole who took her.”
“I know.” Fuck. “I’m worried it’s not the same guy who attacked Granny Jo and burned down the bakery.”
“I don’t think it is either.”
