Soon, he was naked and on top of me, and we were both breathing heavy. The air had changed. This wasn’t a one-time thing—and it seemed as if it hit both of us at the same time. If we continued, it meant that this was a commitment. To freedom and everything we could do for ourselves. To the future that extended in front of us.
But most of all, it was a commitment to each other.
And I couldn’t help but feel excited. Crush took my hands in his, pinning me to the mattress as he entered me. I was seeing fireworks. My skin was electric where it touched his. This is what all those books always talked about. That sex wasn’t purely desire or biological…it was a joining of two people. Crush didn’t move, his face soft as he looked at me with tenderness. He was feeling the same thing I was.
He began to thrust into me with slow, long strokes. It was passionate as he claimed me as his own. And I voluntarily gave myself up to him, letting him consume me. There was just the sound of our breathing, and I enjoyed the buildup as I softly found my climax. I let out a sigh of ecstasy as I came around Crush, and he paused as I rode out my wave. When I opened my eyes, he was looking at me with a conflicted expression. It was carnal and tender, the mix of emotions prevalent.
“Brianna,” he groaned, nuzzling into my neck. “God, you feel so good. I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Then take me,” I whispered.
That did it for him. Crush set a faster, harder pace, bringing my legs up to rest in the crook of his elbows. He filled me completely, somehow making it tender and erotic. I was loving every second, almost as much as I loved the man himself. A second orgasm happened without warning, sending white-hot lights behind my eyes.
I let out a gasp of pleasure, and Crush kept up his pace. He felt so good as he moved in me, and I was more than satisfied with the two. All I wanted now was to give him the same pleasure he had given me. I brought his lips to mine, pressing my whole body against his and reveling in the groan he made against my lips.
Crush just picked up the pace. Sweat mingled between our bodies, and he dropped my legs so that he could kiss me. I drug my nails down his back, no doubt leaving it a bright red mess of flesh. But Crush just kept making me his, and his thrusts found that quick and short rhythm. He was on the brink, and I was surprised to find that I was too.
“Fuck, Brianna,” he swore.
And then he slid home with one final pounding thrust, and I screamed as I jumped over a cliff of orgasmic ecstasy. My legs shook as I rode out my pleasure, the feeling of Crush’s skin the only thing keeping me on Earth. Crush’s cock spasmed in me as he joined me on cloud nine, his face fitting into the crook of my neck. And after what felt like a lifetime, I drifted back down into my body.
Crush rested his forehead on mine, and he stayed inside of me for a moment longer. The sex before had been thrilling and adventurous and erotic. This time around, sex with Crush was sensual and sweet. Less fucking, and more about making love to one another. And I didn’t care about the timing anymore. I had to tell him, for real this time, and not part of some witty comeback.
“I love you,” I panted happily, looking into his eyes.
“I love you too,” he breathed with a smile. “So fucking much, Brianna.”
After we caught our breath, Crush pulled out and turned to lay on his back. He brought me on top of his chest, and I laid down on him. The skin-to-skin contact had my whole body on fire, and I melted into Crush further. As usual, he began to run his hand through my hair. I didn’t know how much I had missed such a little action with the ferocity that I did, but it felt nice to have him with me again.
“Craig,” he said randomly.
“What?”
“My real name,” he clarified. “Craig Jackson. I was named after my grandfather.”
I sat up and looked at him, analyzing the features of his face. As much as I had fallen in love withCrush, there was something about Craig that was infinitely better. Craig was kind and loyal to a fault, and when he fought for something, he did it with everything in his body. And I realized that he could be both Craig and Crush, and that I loved both of them.
“What?” he chuckled. “Does it not suit me?”
“No, I like it,” I smiled down at him. I pressed a kiss to his lips, feeling him smile beneath me. “I love you, Craig Jackson.”
“I love you too,” he replied with a wide grin. “The soon-to-be Brianna Jackson.”
“Oh yeah?” I taunted sarcastically, perking up an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m marrying you? And why do I have to take your last name?”
In a surge of power, he flipped us over. He was ready to go again, his long erection pressing against my sex. I wanted nothing more than for Craig to make love to me, to claim me as his.Brianna Jackson, I sang in my head. It had a nice ring to it. And I was more than ready to be his.
“Marry me, Brianna,” he said. It wasn’t a question. But it wasn’t a command either. It was a soft plea, an urging. “I can’t live without you. And when I thought I lost you, I…I couldn’t even think about the hypothetical situation. Marry me, Brianna. Be mine.”
I brought him down onto me, welcoming his weight. There was no use fighting it. I was going to say yes, and he knew it. And I wasn’t going to get what I wanted until I agreed. But it didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make him work for it a little. I lifted my hips up, showing him how much I needed him. The growl he made sent a bolt of fire to my core.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Make me yours, Craig.”
And that’s exactly what he did.
Epilogue
It had been a week since the fight in Chinatown. King was left with just his penthouses to turn to for safety and the remaining men that were loyal. What was once an empire was now just a lunatic and twenty or so bikers locked up in an over-glorified hotel room. And if we took out King, the rest would fall.
