I move back onto the bed to lie beside her, and it doesn’t take her long to roll into me, reaching her arms around my neck and pulling me closer before wrapping her leg around my waist as we lie on our sides. She grinds her hips against me, and I line myself up before slowly sinking my cock into her. She lets out a gasp and I moan into her lips.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you too.”
“You’re fucking mine. Please tell me that you’re still mine.”
“I’m yours, Angel.”
Elizabeth
We’ve spent the morning in bed, kissing and fucking, making up for lost time… and orgasms. I’m back in my spot, curled up against his chest, tracing his tattoos and enjoying the scent of him.
“What happens next?” I ask.
“You mean with us?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Whatever you want.” He cups my face with his hand and tilts me to look up at him. “I’m yours, in whatever way you’ll have me.”
“Whatever way I’ll have you, huh?”
“Yeah,” he chuckles, “and I know you might try and make me regret saying that, but I’ll jump through whatever hoops you want me to.”
“This could be fun,” I murmur.
“Do your worst, princess.”
“What if I wanted to stay here at Slim’s place?”
“I’d say that’s fine, but don’t expect to be sleeping here alone. Where you are, I am.”
“Hmm. What if I’m not ready to share a bed with you again full-time?”
“I’ll camp out on the sofa downstairs.”
I chuckle. “You’d have to ask Slim for permission.”
“No chance, there’s no way he could stop me.”
“What if I wanted to go back to keeping us a secret?”
“I’d tell you that’s pretty impossible, but if that’s what you wanted, I’d do it.” He pauses and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Is that what you want?”
I shake my head. “No, no more secrets.”
“No more secrets.” He nods. “On that note, I should probably tell you something.”
My gut churns and scenarios flash through my mind… Was he with someone else while we were apart… Or maybe he lied about him and Donovan being okay…
“It’s about Frank, and Diablos Rojos.”
“Oh,” I exhale in relief.
“What?”
“Nothing, just… brain… worst case scenarios…”
