I let my head fall, taking in his words and his amazing promises. “I’m a package deal though; you want me, you get Sam as well.”
He leans forward, reaching for my jaw, so we are inches apart and now eye to eye. “Perfect, he is the game-winning pass, and I want you both.” He reaches forward, lifting my chin to have me look at him. “I’m serious, Rachel, I know how big this is, I get it. I’ve thought about it. Hell, it’s all I’ve thought about and I’m 100% in if you let me. I get that you might not believe me, and that’s fine. I’ve waited, and I will continue to wait as long as it takes you to believe me.” He gives me a knowing look, and I feel tears start to drift down my cheek as I get lost in those perfect features and brown eyes. “Just don’t tell my dick it could be another year, you’ll break his little heart, and he might pack up his balls and leave.”
I spit out a laugh, probably an ugly laugh as tears fill my eyes, but he doesn’t waver, and doesn’t look at me any differently than the gorgeous woman he always tells me I am.
His thumbs rub at my cheek, wiping away a tear, and I can’t help but to lean into his touch.
“Two months, huh?” I smile, enjoying the warmth of his hand on my face.
“Fifty-eight days to be exact!” I open my eyes and laugh at him as the corner of his mouth lifts. “Which I feel should be calculated in dog years with the amount of sex my roommates have.”
“Dog years multiplied by cat lives with the number of times you have been hit on?”
“Yup, many times, actually, and every time I have turned them down. So, between my phone, Seth and his entourage of women, Christian and Shelby, I have put my noise-canceling headphones to great use.”
Randy in his true form has put me completely at ease, obliterating my worries and making me laugh. “It was actually Christian and Shelby I spoke to. They might have mentioned how seriously you are taking all this.”
“I am, Rachel, I really am. I wouldn’t screw you and Sam around for the fun of it. You guys have been through enough. I want to protect you, both of you!”
I let my head fall toward his chest as I breathe him in and allow him to wrap his strong arms around me. Moving into his embrace, I relax into his body and feel his cock harden. I pull away and raise my eyebrows at him, gesturing to his massive boner.
“Fifty-eight days, Rachel!” he practically shouts at me, and I can’t help but bark out a laugh at his misery.
I fall into him so quickly, pressing my lips to his mouth. It’s heated and rushed, the hunger for each other evident afterall this time. I grasp at his cheeks and allow him to push me back toward the bed.
He is positioned above me as we both enjoy the feeling of each other. Our lips dance with one another, and I can’t believe I have gone this long without him. The more he cradles me, kisses me, and worships my body, the more I realized just how much I missed him. “Do you want to have sex?” I ask him in between kisses.
He groans—deep and guttural—as his body drops hard against mine, every delicious inch pressing close. “I’m pretty sure I just did.”
I laugh and slide farther up his bed as he reaches for his bedside table and pulls out a condom. I remove my pants as he slips the condom on and comes back to lie over me, both of us needing this to happennow.No more touching and teasing, just sex.
“I’m not going to lie…” His fingers dig into my waist as all sense of humor has now dissolved away. There is heat and desire in his eyes mixed with sheer animalistic need etched over his brow. “Baby, this is going to be hard and fast.”
I gaze up at him, loving how much he needs me. His dick is so thick, so hard, so eager. His expression pained. “But if you let me off the hook this once, I promise in thirty minutes I’ll make it up to you.”
“Deal. Now get inside me.” The groan at the back of his throat is so low, desperate, and I love how much he desires me and only me. I don’t care if I don’t come this round, we have plenty of time in our life together for me to orgasm. The fact that hewantsme so badly.Needsme so badly. The fact that he has waited so long for me, and only me, is emotionally connecting me to this man, and right now that’s everything I need.
37
Rachel
I wake up to kisses on my stomach. “Did you just press a kiss to my stretch mark?” I ask in a sleep daze, my eyes flickering open as I watch the man lying beside me. His blonde hair tickling along my stomach, his large hand gripping at my waist.
His lips brush over my skin. “It’s cute, I like it.”
“It’s gross.” I yawn.
“Oh please, you can barely see it. Plus, it’s like a little marker where Sam has been. Like somehow he was marking his time on the inside. You know, kinda like what a prisoner would do.”
“Well, I’m lucky he can’t count, and I only have one stretch mark and not nine.”
He presses another kiss to my stretch mark. “I still like it.”
“You’re weird.”
He shrugs. “Not the worst thing I’ve been called.”
I sigh, enjoying the comfort of Randy’s bed and the man himself. The last few weeks I’ve been completely lost, heartbroken, and just plain angry, but now I’m happy, content, and there is no place I’d rather be. Thinking back to last night, our first session was quick, but it probably meant the most to me out of all our lovemaking. It was raw, primal, and showed his pure need for me; and shortly after he did what he promised, he made it up to me, twice.
