“Why didn’t you tell me about the debt?”
“I mean technically I did,” I tried to tease my way out of it.
“I’m not above fucking the truth out of you,” he warned, and yet I was tempted again.
In one swift movement, he hurled me to sit on top of him, straddling him, his cock inches away from my heat. “Try again,” he urged me.
Open and exposed, it was time to set the truth free. “Because it’s on me, not you. I’m the one that put myself in this mess and it’s my mess to clean up. Shooter, I’ve never wanted nor expected you to do anything for this.” I rested my hand on his chest, tracing circles, “I didn’t want you involved, when I think of you and me, I needed to have nothing of my old life involved.”
He brushed some hair out of my face,“Have I not proved that I can take care of you?”
“It’s not that. I know you can and you will. Dr. Andres told me something, that a new life would cost me my old one, and when it did, I needed to be done with my old life.”
“She sounds wise.”
“She is, and she’s right. My old life, my divorce will be the end of my old life and I can start anew with you.” I smiled, hoping that he understood. “Plus, that’s a lot of money.”
“I can help move things along and end the old life in a heartbeat.”There was something sinister in that statement.
“It’s not just that though.” I sighed. “I didn’t need you to solve my own problems. That’s not why I want you.”
His smirk melted my insides. “And yet I can help.”
I shook my head. “I’m not asking you too.”
“Good thing I wasn't asking for permission. Because the way I see it, the sooner you get it paid off, the quicker the signature, and the sooner you can stop looking over your shoulder unless it’s at me fucking you.” He winked.
“River,” I groaned. “Please. One less thing you need to worry about.”
“I’m already working on it. Too late.” he said, before lifting me, and sliding his cock in slowly.“And you’re gonna be a good girl, and not argue or fight me on it. I commend you, that big heart of yours takes on way too much, maybe it’s time to just let go and accept the help. Who knows, maybe in the end you’ll feel lighter, freer.”
The once empty feeling was gone with the stretching from his cock inside me. The way one simple movement could silence every thought in my head.
“So, you want a life with me? This chaotic life that never ends.” I breathlessly ask, my body still reeling from the bliss that exploded in me.
“As long as I have you by my side, letting me love you the only way you could dream of, and filling you everyday. I want to see that damn smile, hear that little giggle you hide, I want to laugh every time you run into something or you’re stuck in a thought.”
“I don’t always run into something.” I pouted, only for it to be knocked off when he gripped my hips and moved me along his cock.
“Peaches, you have bruises that are not from me or anyone else.” He curled an eyebrow.
“That’s another thing, why the hell do you call me peaches?”
He smirked, moving his hands to my ass, gripping it before smacking it, making me jolt. “Because when I first met you, and you walked away, the way your hips swayed, presenting a perfect peachy ass. The only thing I could think of was sinking my teeth into it and if you would taste like peaches on my tongue.”
A sense of heat rushed to my cheeks. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
“If that’s what you wish, I’m sure we could pull another round or three. As long as you stop holding back the truth from me.”
I nodded.
No more lies, no more hiding the truth. He had proved time and time again, he wasn’t going anywhere. Nor did I want him to. He cradled me into his chest, the sheer warmth of his skin and his heartbeat at a steady pace, it was easy just to melt into him like it was the simplest thing to do. That night, there weren’t any nightmares, no scared screams to fill the room.
When I woke up, Shooter was gone, and his side was cool to the touch. A little disappointment, but in the end he’d be back. I sat up in bed, looking at the bright sun peeking through the curtains, my body ached from the pleasure that was wrung out of me. My eyes drifted the end of the bed to find a folded up note and a black jacket under it.
I reached for the note, reading every word written on the page.
Amelia,
