Being inside of her settles something inside of me and then clicks into place as her limbs wrap around me. Secure. Safe. Home.
We move together, a dance of primal need to satisfy our lust, our desire, our passion. Every movement pushes us closer to the edge.
The kisses we share are all teeth. Moans fill the room and her soft, curvy body molds to me. Welcomes me. Celebrates the way I can make her feel.
“Rhodes,” she moans, her back arching just enough for her hard nipples to scrape against my chest, “please, harder.”
I give her exactly what she needs. I fuck her harder, every time I fill her pulls a yelping keening groan from her body. It’s exciting. My body and my soul chase the sound, wanting the pleasure we can only find with our bodies.
“I need to feel you milking my cock,” I grit out as my balls draw up and the base of my spine tingles in a way I won’t be able to hold back.
Helen’s eyes focus, some of the lust glazed-over look leaving her gaze. “Please,” she begs, “fill me with your cum. I want to feel it.”
Not for the first time I wish she wasn’t on birth control. The vision in my head of my woman round and pregnant with my child slams into me.
Thankfully, her pussy clams down on my shaft just as I lose control and the first jet of my cum paints her convulsing walls. It’s perfection.
It’s also sweaty.
Filled with panting breaths.
As I pepper kisses all over her face as we both float through the vestiges of our pleasure, I know that I’ll never let her go. Not after she defended me against her father. Not after she’s stolen my heart.
I give it to her gladly.
But if she ever puts herself in danger again, I’ll arrest her without a second though. Anything to keep her safe.
Andhappy. I’ll make sure there are more moments of joy than doubt. Because she deserves nothing less, and ensuring the life before us is good is the most important job I could ever take on.
CHAPTER 18
HELEN
The heavy weight of Rhodes’s arm around my waist feels grounding as I wake up. His gentle deep breathing at my back has me closing my eyes and soaking up this moment. I’ve been waking up like this for days now and I like it more every time it happens.
This morning is a little different though. I don’t need to rush off to work, and he won’t be pulling on his Sheriff uniform and making me the perfect iced coffee before we kiss and go our separate ways. It feels momentous and special.
But is it too precious?
Part of me has been waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s not fair to Rhodes. Fuck, it isn’t even fair to me.
As much as I want to trust him and what is happening between us with every fiber of my being, it’s not easy. I’ve gotten used to life giving me good but always tempering it with a lesson. I desperately hope Rhodes isn’t just a harbinger of another hard-earned scar.
I’m not sure I would survive this one.
It would cut deep.
I would bleed out before anyone could save me.
And I’m just not sure who I would be on the other side.
“You’re thinking awfully hard, Sweetheart,” Rhodes rumbles the words and I feel them just as much as hear them.
There’s something incredibly sensual about his rough, sleepy morning voice. It does things to me and I don’t mind it one bit.
I hope he doesn’t notice when I rub my thighs together to get just a little friction, but from his rumbly chuckle, I know he does. My cheeks heat, but it’s not from embarrassment.
“Now you’re thinking naughty thoughts,” he muses.
