His mouth meets mine the instant the words cross my lips. And if it hadn’t already happened, he ruins me; I’ll never want or be able to be with any other man.
I don’t have to say anything this time. Without protest, he takes a condom from his jeans’ pocket and opens it, all without breaking his kiss that’s leveling my reality as I try to comprehend that this is real and is truly happening. I help him roll the condom down his length, but my frantic, clumsy movements are more of a hindrance than a help.
Part of me is aching and wanting to tell him to slide into me bare, to fill me with his cum, but the panicked part of me, terrified to get pregnant again, wins.
Once the condom is on, he loops his hands around the outside of my thighs and lifts me. I lock my legs around his waist, reveling in the feel of his corded, strong body. My back is pressed against the wall, but I don’t feel trapped; I feel loved, worshipped.
Especially as he slides into me with a groan and a“Fucking hell, you’re perfection,”as he does.
I’m expecting him to pummel and ravish me like all the other times. But instead, he keeps his thrusts hard, deep, and slow while he stares into my eyes.
I’m having sex with my best friend.
My heart could burst with unbelievable joy.
“I love you, Hayes.” The words slip out, and once they’re said, I don’t try to take them back. I’ve told him I love him before, many times when we were young and best friends, but never with the true depth of my feelings so raw and revealed.
By his look, I think I’ve shattered him.
“There are no words to describe the love I feel for you, Leeva.” He presses his forehead against mine as he moves so deeply within me it's like he's touching my heart. My soul. “You’re my Roman Empire. My fucking world.”
“Show me,” I whisper, gripping him tight.
“Always. Every second of every day.”
He carries me to the sofa, and I straddle him, undulating my hips while gazing down at him as he looks up at me like I’m some ethereal goddess here on earth.
As I move up and down his thick, rigid length, my climax washes over me. It’s not explosive like the other ones he’s given to me, but it’s the most powerful because it feels like our souls are now as entwined as our bodies.
With my name as a chant, he comes deep inside me, filling the condom, and I mourn the thought that I missed getting filled with his cum.
I collapse on top of him, both of us sweaty and trembling from the magnitude of emotions wrapped up in that release.
He holds me tight against him. “I’ll never survive losing you again.”
“Don’t say that,” I whisper as a shudder moves through me like a foreboding omen.
Because if breaking the MC’s law means his death, then his losing me won’t be what kills him.
I will.
Chapter 30
Army
Ilookdownatthe woman sleeping in my arms. Leeva is pure perfection.
She fell asleep after we collapsed on the sofa, and I carried her up to what looked like the master suite. I laid her in the bed, fully intending to go tidy up the empty boxes from the groceries, but seeing her there, lying like an angel, I couldn’t resist crawling in with her.
Holding her tight in my arms, while I lie on my back with her draped over me, I have to take a moment to reassure myself that this is real.
I hate that Luthor Wentzell bought her this house. However, at the same time, I’m grateful for him saving Leeva when Guerilla tracked her down, and keeping her safe and cared for these past years.
I hadn’t known that Guerilla had almost found her, though I knew he was searching for her. He was a fucking lunatic when he discovered she had fled the hospital and was nowhere to be found.
Of course, the bastard wasn’t there when she really needed support after losing her child. Not that I was upset that he didn’t show his face at the hospital because I would’ve pummeled him. As it stood, when I had encountered Guerilla after everything happened, I did pummel him. I would’ve killed him, too, if Zeus and Ash hadn’t pulled me off him. Bane, Digits, and Pix had to lock me in the Cell as I raged at the injustice of not being able to see the life drain from his eyes.
After I calmed down, I found out that no one knew where Guerilla had gone. He had taken his beaten ass from the hospital, never to be heard from again.
