He doesn’t speed up. He doesn’t thrust harder.
Briggs’s movements are measured. Sure. Solid.
And the way they build me up gently is almost too sweet. The agony of it, the denial, and the pleasure within it, has tears building in the corners of my eyes. If one falls and disappears into my hair, it goes unmentioned.
I cling to him, my limbs wrapping around him as his arms on either side of my head cage me in. He’s bigger than me and the safety of that, the way it makes me feel complete, is a gift.
“When you come,” he promises, “you’re going to soar with the stars. See galaxies,” he fills me again and his lips pepper my face with kisses.
They’re a sweet calling to my soul.
His name falls from my lips with a moan. He moves inside of me, our bodies reaching and arching, moving together and pushing each other.
I get lost in the rhythm. The sweetness. The sparks of pleasure.
The feeling of him cocooning me has tingles engulfing my skin. I can feel every brush of him against me as if everything has been turned up. All the while the connection between us thrums, a string pulled tight and used to bind.
Us.
It binds us.
Pulling and relaxing, giving and taking. It strengthens us, together and apart. It spirals through me and anchors deeper.
We groan, the relief as we peak and then fall, our bodies sweaty as our lungs battle for air. Our bliss is entwined, the experience one of union and promises kept, even in the darkness.
As we come down, his cock softening and slipping out of me, his kisses drug me into a state between the realms.
I huff out a breath and wrap myself tighter around him, unwilling to let go. Not now, not ever.
“You’re the last thing I was expecting to find, Briggs,” I tell him honestly. His crystal blue eyes lock with mine and soften.“I’m so glad I did,” my voice is thick, the thought of what might have never been hits me hard.
“I would have found you,” his voice is steel, as if there is no two ways about it. “If I knew it was you, that you existed,” his eyes roam over my face as if memorizing me and all my just been fucked, mussed glory, “I would have scoured the world looking for you. I’m so glad you found me and knocked me right on my ass, Tempest.”
I snuggle into him when he rolls us, my body draped across him. He’s so warm and I find my eyes drifting closed, even though I would rather stay awake and soak up more of this feeling.
His large hand runs up and down my back and the gentleness of his touch has my mind drifting to the future. Or maybe it pops into my head because of holding Joplin for the first time today.
She was so tiny. And helpless.
It was terrifying holding her, of being given that much trust, but it was also amazing. I fell in love with that little girl the moment she was put into my arms, and I will ensure she knows she can always come to me, no matter what. I’ll always have her back.
As if my biker has developed ESP, he rumbles, “One year of us, and then I’m putting my baby inside of you. One year.”
My cheeks heat and my pussy clenches, making a mess of things and reminding me that I still need to get cleaned up. I kiss my man’s chest, right where his heart is beating and then look up at him as I rest my chin there.
“I can agree to your terms.”
He scoffs, “Keep believing I was giving you a choice.”
I shake my head while he grins and winks at me. Then I’m standing up and walking toward the bathroom. When I look over my shoulder, my biker is staring at my ass and isn’t the least bit embarrassed about being caught.
“You coming? I figured you would want to practice this whole baby making thing while getting clean,” my words are a tease.
Briggs practically levitates off the bed and races after me. We’re in the shower in record time and he manages to make me utterly filthy before cleaning me from head to toe. He touches me like I matter and like he needs me to survive.
If this is what I get in return for protecting his heart, I think it’s a damn good deal.
EPILOGUE
