We’re not alone here. There are seven other men in the bunkhouse, some twenty yards away. My bed is the most secluded, but it isn’t private by any means, and it squeaks.
“I only ever imagined my future babies would look like you,” she admits softly, biting my palm.
Dammit, she’s going to do me in already. I work her clit, demanding her orgasm before I lose it inside of her. She’s so fucking perfect, and imagining her carrying my child is like kryptonite.
I can’t beat it.
Her hips jerk back and forth in my lap as she nears her climax, and I only press harder, fuck her faster, drawing it out until her pussy is clenching my cock like a vise. “Yes, baby, take my cum,” I groan as she forces my release from me.
She twitches and grinds against me, sucking every lost drop from me until I collapse back on the mattress with her sprawled on my chest.
“Do you think someone heard us?” She whispers.
“Probably.”
She giggles against my chest, and I smile, despite deciding how I would kill anyone across the loft who might’ve gotten off hearing her moans.
“I bought a wedding dress because it made me think of you when I tried it on,” she whispers her confession, making my hands still on her spine.
“When?”
“Last year.”
A surprised breath escapes me. “Do you stillhave it?”
She settles back beside me on the bed, and I cover her up. “Yes. Does that freak you out?” She asks hesitantly.
“Not even a little bit. Will you show me?”
“Well, if you plan to marry me one day… Then it would be bad luck to see the dress.”
“You tell me that you bought a dress with me in mind and you’re going to make me wait to see it?” I utter in exasperation. “Can we get married tomorrow? We’ll already be at the courthouse.”
“No, absolutely not.”
I grumble in frustration against her head. “This is going to kill me.”
“I don’t know, I think it feels nice to have something to look forward to. It finally feels like the good things are ahead of us, and not just in the past.”
“I’ve never looked forward to anything more than having a future with you,” I admit, pulling her in tighter. “And, I’m going to celebrate every fucking milestone with you, baby. I can’t wait.”
She smiles against my cheek and snuggles closer. “I love you, Jensen.”
My lips capture hers, kissing her deeply.
My Olive.
Chapter Forty-Six
Liv
“In light of yesterday’s proceedings, I’d like to call a new witness to the stand,” I present calmly, as soon as day two of the trial begins.
No one in this room would ever know that I’m running on two hours of sleep, or how I refused to step foot in my office this morning.
The barrier that existed between my stalker and me was crossed yesterday when he touched me, and I did not need the reminder of that violation before today’s proceedings.
“Objection. This is the first we’re hearing of this,” the defense lawyer states.
