“Just one last one. You can do it, baby. I know you can. Come on my cock, Bunny. Be my perfect good little bunny and come on your wolf’s greedy cock.” I plow into her harder and pinch her clit.
That’s all she needs to fall over the edge, her back arching off the bench as she lets go of her legs. One hand goes to her mouth as she bites down and screams against it, and the other grabs the side of the bench until her knuckles turn white.
This time, there’s no holding back. I thrust one last time and explode deep inside of her with a roar. My vision goes black for a second, ears ringing from the intensity of my orgasm.Shit, I forgot just how amazing sex with Em is.
I’m still gasping for air when my cock finally stops throbbing inside her. I pull out delicately, hearing her whimper and hiss slightly.Yeah, she’s definitely going to feel that tomorrow.
I tuck myself quickly into my pants, then reach for Emma, putting her panties back in their rightful place, then tugging her dress back down. She hasn’t moved, still lying there on the bench with her eyes closed as she breathes heavily, her hand still between her teeth.
I remove it from her lips and lift her into my arms, sitting her sideways above my lap so that she can rest in my arms, head laid against my shoulder. I lift her bitten hand to examine it and notice pretty deep teeth marks with little red prickles of blood.
“Oh, baby… You hurt yourself. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rough with you. I’ll take care of this when we get home, and we’ll run you a bath, too.” I kiss her damaged hand, then her forehead.
“Mmm, it’s okay. You know how much I like it when you don’t hold back,” she says in a sleepy yet satisfied voice.
“You’re fucking perfect for me, Em.” I kiss her head again and glide my fingers through her hair, playing with the strands. “I love you, Bunny.”
I expect her to answer this time, to say something, but she stays quiet. I thought we were finally good, finally past this weird phase, but I guess I was wrong. I don’t blame her for still holding back, still worrying. But I can’t hide how much it’s starting to affect me that she refuses to say it back no matter how hard I try to fix things.
My hand falls from her hair to her lap, and I drop my head back against the seat, letting out a defeated sigh as I close my eyes.
Emma pushes away from me, coming back to straddle my thighs. I open my eyes and watch her as she grabs my dress shirt and begins to button it up. I couldn’t care less about that at thismoment, but she looks on the verge of tears and clearly needs something to do with her hands.
“Grey…” Her gaze lift to mine, and I find them filled with unshed tears.Why is she crying?She takes a deep breath, letting it out of her mouth before speaking again. “I’m not ready…”
Well, fuck me. If that isn’t a knife to the heart, I don’t know what is. What am I supposed to take from that? Not ready to what? Love me? Be with me? What the fuck does that mean?
I feel my irritation and anger rising, quickly losing my cool.But it’s not her fault. It’s mine. I fucked this up. I’m the one who made her doubt me, made her lose trust in me. Of course she’d hesitate wanting to be with me after the shit I said.
My jaw tenses, but I reluctantly nod. I go to lift her off me, needing a moment to collect myself and figure out what the hell is going on, but she latches onto my neck, refusing to let go. “No, Greyson. Wait. Please, let me explain.”
I don’t say anything, but I don’t make another attempt at removing her, either. Her tears are still on the verge of spilling over, and she sniffles. “I want this, Grey. I want all of it with you. Love, babies, marriage, all of it. And I do want to say it back, you have no idea how much I want to. Because I feel it, I’ve felt it for so long.”
One of her hands lets go of my neck and cups my cheek. “I’m just scared, Greyson… I’m scared of what will happen next. How you’ll react the next time I fuck up. Because I will, I’m not perfect, either. What will you say to me then when you’re angry and not thinking straight? And I know you offered to see someone for that, but I don’t want you doing it only for me, Grey.”
She closes her eyes as her voice turns to a whisper. “I know people think I’m strong and tough, but I’m really not, Wolf. I can only take so much heartbreak… and I’m afraid to give you thislast piece of me only for you to break it the next time I make a mistake…”
“Emma… I didn’t—”
She cuts me off. “I know you didn’t mean them, but that doesn’t stop them from hurting, Greyson. That doesn’t stop that little voice inside my head from telling me maybe some part of you truly feels that way.” A tear finally slips past her closed lids, and I reach up to wipe it away.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Bunny. I wish I could go back in time and take it all back. Every word. I wish I could take this pain you feel away.”
“I know, Grey. I’m just telling you this because I don’t want you to think that I don’t feel the same way. I do. I feel it deep within my soul. I’ve never ever felt this way about anyone before. I just need a little more time to get my head set straight. Can you give me that?”
I nod. “You know I’d do anything for you.” And I will.
Because one day, I’m going to marry this woman, she’ll carry my children and stay with me forever. There’s no way I’m letting her go. So if I have to wait a little longer for her to admit she loves me, then that’s what I’ll do. Because she’s fucking worth it.
I kiss her lips as I silently promise to do better. It’s time I really show her how serious I am about everything between us. “My Bunny,” I whisper.
She sighs with a smile, then kisses me back. “My Wolf.”
Chapter forty-two
Emma
Hideous, atrocious, revolting… I don’t even have words.
