Among all the chaos, my heart is full.
I’m surrounded by people who love me, people who support me, and whether this went how it had or not, I wouldn’t change a single thing because these people would still be here to support me. In the good times and the bad. I am nobody’s burden.
“You’re in remission,” Elijah whispers against my ear, the words wet and cracking, lips pressing a million kisses to my cheek, my temple, my hair.
My chest aches from the fullness of it all. Joy, love, and, above all else,gratitude.
There’s a loud knock at the door before it bursts open, our six closest friends literally falling inside.
“She’s in remission, right?” Chelsea asks, eyes wide, fingers digging into Nakoa’s bicep. At the same time, Elise says, “She has to be. Please, please tell us it’s good news.”
Dr. Alvarez’s mouth hangs open, blinking for a beat too long, the room growing silent as she fights to regain her composure.
“I want to cry happy tears too. Come on, doc, put us out of our misery,” Letty rushes.
“Y-yes, she’s, she is in remission!” Dr. Alvarez finally announces after regaining her bearings, and me? I’m crushed under a pile of my friends, none of them letting the others speak as they talk over each other, gushing about how thankful they are. I have never felt so unbelievably loved as I do in this moment, and I can finally tell Elijah just how much he means to me.
Ignoring the bodies pressing in around us, I shift in his lap, cupping his cheeks in my palms. As I press my forehead to his, our eyes lock.
“I love you, Elijah Elliott, and I aminlove with you.”
His eyes flare for a moment before he clenches them shut, a choked sob wrenching from his throat. In a split second, his mouth is on mine, taking desperate, sipping kisses as if savouring this moment. He murmurs his love and adoration for me between every press of his lips to mine, and I have never felt so right. So home. Sosafe.
CHAPTER
SIXTY-EIGHT
“I’m not convincedthis hammock is going to hold us if you—Oh—” Adhira’s head falls back, fingers grasping for purchase on the edges of the hammock. “Never mind. If it breaks, it breaks.”
A satisfied grin tilts my lips as I gaze down at her, my bare arse soaking in the sun’s morning rays as it crests above the horizon. I apply a bit more pressure to her clit, just the way I now know she likes it.
“And what will we do if it breaks?”
“Well, it would certainly be a new meaning for getting my back broken, but assuming my spine is still intact, you can take me right here.” She smiles lazily as I slow my movements, adding a finger inside her. My mouth waters at the way her body responds, back arching, that wicked little mouth forming anoof delight.
I grab an ice cube from the glass at my feet, swirling it over her breasts and sucking the cool liquid off as her back arches. Dragging it down her abdomen before pressing it to her clit, I watch as her eyes widen in surprise. I dip my chin and replace the ice with my mouth, taking the sting away and setting the cube back in the glass. I push two fingers inside her and settle my thumb over her clit, applying firm pressure with a lazy back-and-forth motion.
“Is that so? Does my dirty girl not mind getting mussed up for all of Embershire to see?”
“Technically, it would only be the few flats across from us, but if you keep doing that thing with your thumb, I’m not sure I’d care. You could take me on the ground right now if this thing doesn’t hold us up.” I remove my thumb, chuckling when she lets out a huff of frustration.
“We only have two hours to get the flat cleaned up, Elijah. Stop toying with me.”
My dick twitches at the command, always ready to comply with her demands. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m taking advantage. It’s unusual for me to be the one in charge.” I bend forward, capturing her nipple in my mouth, sucking on the bud as she groans, pressing herself more firmly into my hand.
“That’s alright, I’ll have you on your knees whimpering soon enough,” she says, cinnamon-brown eyes swirling with mischief as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. “Now, Elijah, ask for what you want.”
I shake my head with a smirk. Even in this position, her body pressed beneath mine—where to anyone else it would look like I hold all the control—she’s always the one in charge, and gosh, do I bloody love that.
“God,” I moan out as she rocks into my hand. “I'm so fucking pathetic for you. All I want is to be buried inside your sweet pussy.Please.”
Her lips twitch with a knowing smile that goes straight to my cock, precum leaking from the tip. “That’s more like it.” She tilts her head, her hot gaze raking over my flesh as she considers me. “Go ahead, princess. Fill me up.”
I groan at the thought, loving the way she knows I need her explicit permission before doing anything. Slipping my finger out of her, I stroke myself, looking between us to where I’m lining myself up with her, swiping my head through her pussy lips.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I whimper, pressing the tip in so slowly it feels like a punishment.
“And it’s all for you,” she whispers.My perfect woman.There’s a sharp intake of breath as I push myself deeper, my balls tightening, sweat coating my skin with the restraint it takes not to bury myself inside her, the frigid weather doing nothing to quell the heat radiating off our bodies. She fists my hair, tugging me tighter to her chest.
