“Tell me what you see.”
She swallows hard, and I can feel the movement against my palm. “I see someone who’s scared.”
“What else?”
“Someone who’s trying really hard not to fall apart.”
“What else, Heather?” My voice is firm now. “Really look.”
She stares at her reflection for a long moment, and I watch the emotions play across her face. “I see someone who’s tired. So tired of fighting.”
“And?”
“And… I’m still here. Still fighting.”
“Yes.” I press a kiss to her shoulder, letting my lips linger on her skin. “You’re still fighting. After everything Steven put you through, after nine years of doing this alone, you’re still standing. Still protecting April. Refusing to give up.”
Her breath catches.
“You’re the strongest person I know,” I continue, trailing my lips up the side of her neck. “And today, you’re going to walk into that courtroom and show everyone exactly who you are. Not the person Steven tried to convince you that you were. The person you actually are.”
“I want to believe that.”
“Say it.” I tighten my grip slightly on her jaw, keeping her eyes on the mirror. “Tell me who you see.”
“I see…” She takes a shaky breath. “I see someone strong.”
“Again.”
“I see someone strong. Someone who’s been a good mother. Someone who’s given April everything she needs.”
“Again.”
“I see someone who deserves to win this.” Her voice is stronger now, more certain. “Someone who isn’t going to let Steven take what matters most.”
“That’s right.” I turn her face toward mine and kiss her, hard and claiming. My hand slides from her jaw to the back of her neck, my fingers threading into her hair, holding her to me.
When we finally break apart, she’s breathing hard and there’s a flush spreading across her cheeks. “Thank you. I needed that.”
“I’m not done yet.” I kiss her again, slower this time, letting my tongue trace the seam of her lips. “When you walk into that courthouse today and have to look at that piece of shit…” I pause to drop my voice lower and lean in close to her ear. “I want you full of my cum. I want you to feel me inside you the whole time you’re sitting there.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, and I can feel her pulse hammering against my lips as I kiss her neck, just below her ear.
“Does that turn you on?” I ask, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Knowing you’ll have part of me with you?”
“Yes.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “God, yes.”
My cock throbs against her ass, already hard and insistent. I slide a hand up her thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin as I push her panties aside and slip a finger inside her. She gasps, her hips shifting forward to take me deeper, and I add a second finger, curling them to find that spot that makes her whimper.
“I need this.” She whines softly as she grinds against my hand, her inner walls already starting to flutter around my fingers. “I need you. Please, Grant.”
I want to draw this out, want to make her come on my fingers first. But the thought of filling her up, of marking her as mine before she has to face him, is too much to resist.
“Stand up.” My voice comes out rougher than I intended, almost a growl. “Take these off.”
She stands on shaky legs and slides her panties down, stepping out of them carefully. I’m already freeing my cock from my pants, shoving them down just enough to pull it out. When I reach for her again, I guide her back onto my lap, positioning her so she’s straddling me again, and I line myself up with her entrance.
“Look in the mirror,” I tell her, gripping her hips. “I want you to watch.”
