“Damn it,” she gasped. “Oh fuck—fuck, Beau, fuck, I don’t ever want you to stop fucking me?—”
Her words hit me like gasoline to a flame.
I was already close—too close—but that did it. I slammed into her hard enough to rattle the tree, dragging her back onto me with every thrust like I couldn’t stand a single inch of space between us.
“You’re not gonna have to,” I growled. “You want me to fuck you every night? Wake up to me every morning with my cock still inside you, still drippin’ with how bad you needed me?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, fuck—yes.”
“You want me to come home to you?” I rasped against her neck, my hand sliding up her belly to palm her breast, to feel her heart thudding under my touch. “Put a ring on your finger, get you pregnant in this fucked-up little town that keeps tryin’ to keep us here?”
Her knees buckled like she couldn’t stay upright through the sheer intensity of it—but I caught her, shoved deeper, held her steady.
“I’ll give it to you, baby. You just say the word.”
She was moaning now, wrecked and breathless, her voice breaking around every word. “I want it. I want it. Fuck, Beau, I want it all?—”
“I know you do,” I panted, thrusting harder, faster. “You don’t wanna run anymore. You wanna stay.”
“God, yes?—”
“You wanna let me take care of you,” I whispered. “Let me keep you barefoot and spoiled and full of me.”
She cried out, shuddered. “Yes. Please, yes.”
“Say it.”
She half-sobbed, her hand fisting in the bark. “I wanna be yours. I want this. I want you. I want a house and a porch swing and your goddamn baby inside me?—”
And that was it.
I came with a groan, deep and raw, hips jerking as Iemptied into her, filling her until she was dripping with it. I stayed there, buried in her, holding her like I could tether us both to this moment, to this place.
To thischoice.
We were breathing hard, both of us trembling, the Witch Tree standing sentinel, the woods quiet and watchful. And Noelle…
Fear locked my heart up for a split second. Had I said too much? Jesus…I didn’t even know why I’d said all that shit. She drew it out of me like a confession, I couldn’t stop?—
She straightened, making a little noise of protest when my cock slipped out of her. She tugged up her pants, and I waited…waited in complete suspense.
But when she turned around, she had a dreamy smile on her face, her lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed.
“Barefoot and pregnant, huh?” she asked.
I flushed bright red as I shoved my dick back in my pants. “Jesus…that was?—”
“—incredibly hot,” she finished for me. “Just…just unhinged enough that I’m gonna be thinking about it for the rest of my life.”
I blinked. “You’re not freaked out?”
“Oh, I’m absolutely freaked out,” she said, tugging her sweater back down and smoothing her hair. “That was like a horny fever dream and a fertility manifesto rolled into one. My therapist is gonna have a fucking field day.”
I winced. “Shit, Noelle, I didn’t mean to?—”
“Beau.” She stepped closer, put her hand on my chest. “I liked it.”
“You did?”
