“Do that again,” he demands, so I do.
It spurs him into motion, and he thrusts in earnest, my boobs bouncing each time our bodies connect.
Reaching between us, he traps my swollen clit between his fingers. “I’m going to count to three, Clover, and then we’re going to come together.”
My mouth drops open. I’m not sure my body works that way.
“I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum just to watch it leak out of you, and then I’m going to do it again. You’ll always be free with me, Clover, but I’ll own your orgasms. Are you ready for that?”
Is he out of his freaking mind?
“One.” He rolls my clit, and the stars dance across the darkness in my mind.
“Two.” He taps against the bundle of nerves with a rough, steady beat.
“Three.” He pinches my nub, and I lose all control of my body.
It’s a laser show behind my eyes when my pussy clenches so hard I soak my thighs and him. He groans, pulling back just enough to see the mess I’m making.
“Oh, hell, Honeybee. Now that I know I can make you squirt, we’re going to get real, real dirty.”
I’m pretty sure I black out then because he makes it his mission to pry two more orgasms from my body, and when I’m finally coherent enough to form words, there’s only three I want to say.
“I love you.” It’s whispered and hoarse, but true.
We’re still tangled together on the couch, clothes askew, hearts racing.
“I love you so fucking much,” he says, brushing hair from my sweaty face. “I don’t need my memories of you to know that you’re my future. We’re going to get through this.”
“Promise?”
“Always, Honeybee. It’s always been you and me forever.”
“Forever,” I echo as my eyes droop heavily.
And for a moment—one perfect, stolen moment—I believe him.
We’re stillat the Chug when the sun rises.
At some point between orgasms, we migrated to the floor, spreading out the blankets Madi keeps in the back room for R&R Road’s monthly senior meeting.
We’ll need to dry-clean them pronto. Luckily, Valen cleaned up our earlier…mess while I was passed out.
We’re drinking coffee from Blissy’s secret stash—the good stuff she keeps hidden for caffeine emergencies—and I’m tucked against his side with my laptop balancing on my thighs.
“What are you working on?” he asks, staring at my screen.
“A very broken manuscript,” I mutter, scrolling through the document. “I can’t figure out the ending.”
“Ending of what?”
“The new book I’m writing. My publisher pitched this idea about a woman escaping her past.” I shrug. “Turns out I don’t know how to tell her story yet.”
“You will,” he says. “I’ve read all your books, Clover. You’re talented. Truly. You’ll figure this out too.”
I openly gape at him. “You’ve read them…all?”
“Every single one,” he says earnestly. “That’s how I know you’ll figure this one out too.”
