I braced myself against the wall, and bowed my back to allow him more access, and just moaned out, “Rylie, fuck me. Please, just fuck me hard.”
The sound of our skin slapping against each other and my cries of pleasure at him pounding into me filled the room. I didn’t even remotely try to keep it quiet. So much had happened this weekend. All I wanted was to get lost in Rylie.
When I reached down and started rubbing my clit, Rylie bit into my shoulder, slamming harder into me. His grip on my hips was so tight it hurt. Each burst of pain sent pleasure through me at the thought that it was because he was claiming me as his, and losing himself in his own primal needs. God. It was enough to make me fall for him all over again.
“Fuck, Luci!” He screamed as he released himself into me. He slowed, and then dropped to his knees, lifting a leg over his shoulder and clamped down on my clit. My arms flung out to either side of the shower to brace myself. He took my weight and slid three fingers into me as he lapped, sucked, and nibbled on my clit until I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I exploded, screaming into the world.
When he stood, he held me close and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as his tongue ran the length of my lips, and I opened for him. His tongue danced across mine, and I reveled in the taste of our mixed release on his lips.
He pulled back and smiled. “I love your distractions.”
“Any time, Rylie. Glad to be of service.” He kissed me quickly again, and said, “Okay, let’s finish up and get dressed. Joseph Feldspar and the officers will be here shortly.”
“Who is Feldspar?”
“Our personal lawyer, sweetheart. He’s bringing some other documents for you to sign after when we are done with San Jose’s finest.”
I eyed him carefully. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”
“Probably not, but you’re going to sign them and love me forever.” He slapped my ass before saying, “Now go get dressed. I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine naked.”
Hum. I reached for the anklet on the counter, and said, “We should solidify what all this anklet is going to mean.”
Rylie secured the towel around his waist, and came behind me. He took the anklet from my hand, and kneeled down, securing it back on my ankle. He played with it a bit before looking up at me, water still clinging to his eyelashes as he said, “It will mean whatever you want it to mean. That anklet and ring on your finger both signify that I will love and take care of you eternally. We don’t have time now to iron out all the details, but when we get home, we will have that conversation.”
I could accept that, so I just nodded and got dressed. When there was a knock on the door, I sat in the oversized grey chair in the corner and brought my knees to my chest.
Rylie had a conversation with a man who was maybe five feet ten and almost white blond hair, who came in and settled into one of the chairs at the table, and Rylie said, “Luci, sweetheart. This is Joe. I’ll be saving his information on your phone.”
I gave him an even look, and he just smiled at me as he raised his eyebrow at me.
“Hello, Joe.”
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Baker.”
Joe and Rylie then immediately went into a barrage of legal talk about what happened yesterday. When the officers came in, I rehashed what had happened, and the entire time Rylie didn’t let go of my hand. When they were done, we were told we could go home, but to please answer any phone calls that come from the Department.
“Of course.” I mumbled.
Joe showed them out and then came to sit down in front of us. “Now, to the other matters.”
I narrowed my eyes at Rylie, who just beamed at me.
“Mr. Allen, I have made the changes to the trust documents. Have you had a chance to review them?”
“I have, and they are accurate.” Rylie’s eyes hadn’t left mine.
“Sign where these are tabbed, then.”
Rylie got to the last page and smiled. “This is where you need to sign.”
“Why am I signing anything on your trust?” I leaned over and looked at the document he had just finished scribbling his name to. When I read the first few lines, I cursed. “Rylie James Allen.”
“I take it he didn’t warn you he was naming you as the sole beneficiary of the trust, and adding you as the Trustee, in all his personal affairs.”
“No. He just told me I would be signing a bunch of things, and that I would then be loving him forever. Which I will do whether I sign this shit or not.”
“Sweetheart, you’re going to be my wife. You will already receive everything anyway. I’m not having you sign a prenup, because none of this will matter if I don’t have you. If it has my name on it, it’s yours as well. I don’t want there to be a question about it, should something happen to me.”
