She spreads her legs and reaches between us, where she grips my cock and starts pumping my length. It takes seconds before I’m so hard I can feel my entire body tingle. That’s when she positions me at her entrance. But I don’t enter her.
Instead, I lift and stare into her questioning eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Nothing. I . . . I wanted to say.” I wet my lips. “Fuck . . . I love you, too, Blakely.” Her eyes soften. “I’ve loved you from the very fucking moment I laid eyes on you. I knew you were supposed to be mine, I just didn’t know how I’d make it happen.”
“I’m yours,” she says. “All yours.”
“And I’m never letting you go,” I say as I enter her, pushing all the way to the hilt.
I bring my mouth to hers, our lips melt together, our tongues colliding, and our hands strive for a touch, a feel. And I sink into her, lightly pulsing my hips and relishing in the feel of her wrapped around me, our undeniable energy, attraction, connection molding into one.
Her hands grasp my cheeks, holding me in place as her tongue dives against mine, swirling, taking.
This woman. This stunning, selfless woman loves me.
“I love you, and I need you. What matters is you and me.”
And it’s in her arms that I begin to see a chance to heal. Her love. Her belief in me.
She loves me.
My hips start to pump faster as my desire grows, my need pounding on my back, telling me to take more. Her fingers dig into my shoulder as she arches into my chest, her hard nipples rubbing against my pecs.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper. “You are everything I’ll ever need. This body,yourheart. It’s all I fucking need.” I glance down and watch my greedy cock sink into her deep warmth. The visual brings me to the edge. “I’m right there.”
“Me . . . too,” she moans right before taking my mouth again, and as her tongue dives deeper, swiping and tangling against mine, her body shivers and quakes beneath me. “Oh . . . God,” she cries into my mouth just as she constricts around my cock.
Her cries echo through the hotel room, and I’m wrapped up inside her, her contracting pussy sending me right over the fucking edge.
I groan into her shoulder as my hips still, and I come.
“Jesus . . . Christ,” I say as I let my hips lightly pump for a few more seconds. Once we’re both satisfied, I look her in the eyes.Cupping her cheek softly, I say, “I love you, Blakely. So fucking much and this . . . this is what I need. I need you. I want you. I never want this to end.”
“Me neither,” she says with a smile. “But you have a plane to catch.”
“Fuck, I know.” I give her one more kiss, then I pull out before hopping off the bed and lifting her into my arms.
I carry her into the bathroom, and we wash up in the shower together. I try to keep my hands to myself as much as possible, because the last thing I need is to get caught up in my desire for this woman all over again.
Once we dry off, we both get dressed—her into comfortable clothes and me into a suit.
I’m buttoning up my shirt when she says, “I don’t want to pressure you to tell me what happened, but just know, Halsey, I’m always here for you whenever you’re ready, if you’re ever ready.”
“I know you are.” I walk up to her, press my finger under her chin, and lift her mouth to mine. I softly kiss her as her hands find my shirt. She helps me button it up as I say, “I called my mom.” She moves slower. “She told me my dad died.” Her eyes snap up to mine.
“Oh my God, Halsey, I’m so sorry.”
I take a piece of her hair and twirl it around my finger. “Still don’t think I believe it. Processing all of that. But then . . .” I take a deep breath, knowing that when she hears what I’m about to say, she’ll help take the pain away. “She, uh, she told me that the wrong twin died.”
A gasp falls past her lips before she stands and brings her hands to my face. “Don’t for one second,” she says, staring me in my eyes, “believe anything about that statement. Because it’s not true, it’s a pathetic thing to say by a lost woman searching to hurt anyone and everyone because she’s hurting.” My throat growstight as tears form in my eyes. “Do you hear me, Halsey? There is no validity behind that statement. You are worthy of this life, of this air I share with you, of this love we feel. You are worthy of it all.”
My tears stream down my cheeks, and she wipes them away with her thumbs.
“I’m so sorry you had to hear that,” she continues. “I’m so sorry that you had to feel her pain, that she transferred that over to you. It wasn’t right, and it was undeserved. But you have to know that Holden would never think that. He’d be proud of you for the man you are and the hurdles you’ve faced. The changes you’ve made. The love you’ve accepted. This is your life to live and don’t let anyone else tell you differently. Promise me.” She grips me tightly. “Promise me, Halsey.”
More tears fall past my eyes as I lightly nod. “I promise you.”
