“What, baby? You ask, and it’s yours.”
“You,” she gasped, her thighs starting to shake. “I need you to come with me.”
I rocked into her faster, chasing my release as her pussy tightened around me. Both of our bodies were slick with sweat. Fuck, there was nothing more perfect than her, than this, than being buried deep inside her and know every fucking piece of her belonged to me.
“Come on, sunny,” I growled. “Fuckingcome.”
Sutton shattered, her entire body seizing and spasming against me, screaming my name, though her eyes remained on mine the entire time.
As her walls fluttered around me, the aftershocks rolling through her, I came with a roar. Though the edges of my vision darkened, I never lost sight of her eyes. Holding her more tightly against me as I stilled inside her, buried as deep as I could go as I filled her with cum.
“One day,” I growled as I slowed my hips, working us down, “I’m going to put a baby in you, Sutton.”
She twitched a final time, and I chuckled. Chest heaving, I collapsed onto the bed, rolling so Sutton landed sprawled on top of me. She twisted in my arms so we were chest to chest, propping her chin on her hands, which she folded over my heart.
“Thank you,” she rasped, eyes going glassy with unshed tears.
I wasn’t alarmed. I’d gotten used to her getting emotional after sex. A long time ago, I realized it wasn’t because she was sad or in pain, but because it was cathartic to be able to enjoy it again.
“For what?” I asked.
“For healing me.”
I shook my head. “No, sunny. You did that all by yourself.”
“No, listen. I couldn’t have done it without you. No one in this world could have done for me what you have.”
“I love you,” I reminded her. “And I think we’ve established there isn’t a goddamn thing Iwouldn’tdo for you.”
“My hero.”
“You don’t need a hero. You never have.”
“No, I don’t,” she agreed. “Just…a partner.”
“I’m always going to be right here at your side.”
“Until my last breath.”
“And beyond.”
thirty-six
. . .
SUTTON
ASPEN
Hey so Crew told me about what happened at work. I am SO sorry. If you’re going crazy in that house, Reagan and I spend a lot of time at the ranch with Birdie, and you’re welcome to come hang out whenever you want.
Aspen’s invitationthat afternoon could not have come at a better time, because I was, in fact, going insane sitting in Lane’s house alone all day. Boots was great, and my Kindle kept me momentarily distracted, but there was nothing I could imagine at that moment that was better than spending time with people who could actually talk back.
ME
On my way.
ASPEN
