Summer and me.
I roll her beneath my body.She throws her legs around my hips and nearly breaks me in half with the power of her thighs.I’m reaching behind me, flailing around toward the bedside table in an attempt to grab another condom.And since she’s not letting me go, I have no choice but to take her with me.She hangs on to me like a monkey, her arms clutched around my neck and her legs like a vise around my ass.
We’re both laughing by the time I get the foil packet.
“You’re a greedy little minx, aren’t you?”
She loosens her grip and falls back onto the bed.I look down at her as I roll on the condom.
I want to tell her everything.How I’m sorry for being so dense.How I love her.How I’ve been in love with her for a long, long time.
I want to tell her that I love everything about her.Her toughness.Her softness.The flushed cheeks, the laughter, her tender mouth.The kind words she has, even for Finn, that little fucker.And the patience she’s managed to hang on to over the last twelve years.
Through the strange jobs I can never discuss.The even stranger family.
That I’m in love with her beauty, grace, and sensual nature, and I’ve been honored to take her with me wherever I go.Someday I’ll tell her all about it.
I crawl over to her and drop my mouth to her hard nipples, feasting on her as she whimpers in pleasure.I love the noises she makes.I love that this is real, that it’s happening.
Finally.
I leave little bites and sucks all over the soft flesh of her tits.I nibble down her ribs.I kiss the flat of her stomach and the silky skin of the rise of her pelvic bone.
I support myself on my elbows and crawl up, propping my body over her.I bring my hands to either side of her pretty face.I want to watch when it happens—the first moment of penetration.I study how her eyes widen, then close, and how she arches her head back against the mattress as I fuck her.
This time, it’s a bit easier for her.This time, I move in and then ease out slowly, gaining a bit more purchase with every advance and retreat.It’s unhurried.The rush builds in small increments as I force her open.I’m gentle but determined, not altering course.
With one last drive, I’m all the way up in her, to the hilt.I feel myself throb inside the satiny heat of her pussy.
My pussy.
Summer gasps.She looks right at me as I fuck her.All the way in and almost all the way out again.I see the pulse pounding in her throat.
She reaches up and caresses my cheek.I see the pleasure course through her.
“You’re mine, Summer,” I tell her.“Mine.”
CHAPTER 25
Summer
I’ve never been happier or more terrified in my life.
I lie on my side, my leg draped over Declan’s hard thigh.My head rests on his chest and his powerful arm cradles me all along my back, holding me close.I breathe him in, smiling, because I know this scent.He smells of home.He’s my home.
His scent is different now, though.My own scent has mingled with his.I smell myself on his fingers, mouth, and cock, anywhere on him that’s been inside of me or on me.I smell myself on his chest and arms and back and neck.Every place his skin has brushed against mine.
My body tingles.My heart beats slow and strong.I’ve been thoroughly fucked, and I think it’s safe to say that sex with Declan is my new favorite thing.
Yes, I’ve worked myself to physical exhaustion many times on the ranch, and I always love how I feel afterward.I’m relaxed inside and out.My edges are softened.I feel warm and accepting.
But that shit isnothingcompared to the way I feel now.I’m giddy.I’m loose and liquid and hyper-alive.I’m slightly sore.I don’t care.The twinge only serves to remind me of the ecstasy that Declan dropped on me just moments ago.
I’m blissed out because I know I was right to save myself for this moment, this man.I have zero regrets.
But a part of me has never been so scared, because this is Declan.I’ve loved him since I was sixteen.He’s my best friend, part of my family by choice.
I can’t imagine trying to live without him in my life, but I have to keep my wits about me.
