Because of me.
I’m the luckiest son of a bitch on earth.
I situate myself, preparing to feast on her, but she stops me. “I need you, Owen. Please.”
“Baby, I don’t have any protection with me.”
“I don’t care. I need you.”
“You sure?”
“Please,” she begs.
Still kneeling in front of her, my eyes don’t leave hers as I undo my belt, then the button and zipper of my jeans.
“Boots off, cowboy.”
She’s right. I won’t be able to prove to her she owns me with my pants around my ankles. So, begrudgingly, I take the time to remove my boots and jeans. Ignoring the cool October air, I pull my T-shirt over my head, needing to be as close to her as possible. I put the T-shirt under her head, hoping to add some cushion to her injured head.
Prolonging the moment once I’m between her legs, I drag my cock up and down her wetness, teasing her clit with the tip. “You’re mine, Daisy. Mine to love. Mine to protect. You’re my everything. For the rest of my days. You got that?”
Tears pool in her eyes, falling when she nods her head. “Got it.”
“Good girl.”
I slowly ease into her, enjoying the feel of taking her bare. Her fingertips trace the features of my face as more tears fall. Balancing my weight on my elbows, I continue to roll my hips at a leisurely pace as I kiss away the trail of tears on each side of her face.
She wraps her legs around my waist, the feel of two completely different boots pressing against my ass cheeks asking for more. More that I’m happy to give her, but not before I say the words back to her that she’s given me.
“I'm in love with you, Daisy McKinnon.”
She nods her head as more tears fall. Instead of kissing them away, I let them fall as I show her just how much she means to me. No games. No telling her what to do. Just the two of us, loving each other.
Her hands cup my face as we come together under the stars in the back of my pickup truck.
Once I’ve stilled, I remain inside her, with her hands still cradling my face when she says, “The rest of your days.”
“And the rest of yours.”
“Don’t you know? I’m stuck, Swift. I couldn’t go anywhere if I tried.”
I chuckle at how smoothly she throws my words back at me. “Damn straight.”
We pull apart to dress, and then I wrap her up in my arms with one sleeping bag under us and one over us, staring at the stars. I try not to think about how many years we wasted, worried about other people's feelings, and force myself to stay in the here and now with her in my arms.
“Did you see Cal’s face?” she says, helping keep my focus on tonight and not the past.
“I’ve never seen him so red.”
“It was kind of great.” She giggles into my neck.
“Speak for yourself,” I huff.
“He’s a big boy. He’ll be fine.”
“It’s not like it was a total surprise to him.”
She slaps a hand on my chest, pressing up to look at me. “And why is that? Sure, he thought it was strange I was staying at your place, but the girls swore they wouldn’t say anything.”
