My head rolls back and his mouth drops to my neck, sucking and nipping. I work one hand between us, getting my fingers on my clit.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Rub your pretty little cunt as I fuck you.”
“Faster,” I beg.
He gives me faster.
“I’m going to?—”
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Me, too. Make me come with you. Milk my cock, that’s my girl.”
I tighten my leg around him, slamming myself down his shaft, and he grabs my ass, pulling me tight as he goes rigid, words devolving to primal noises as we find a rough, wild release together.
After, he keeps holding me. After, there’s still so much pleasure.
After, it continues, because it’s different, because he loves me, and he cares about this part just as much.
“I thought it would be hard to let you into my body,” I whisper as he gently washes me under the warm spray. “But it’s just wonderful.”
He wraps his naked body around mine. “Fuck, I like hearing that.”
“It’s easier than the rest of it.”
“What does that mean?” He asks it softly, with curiosity, not judgement.
And because I know it’s safe, I tell him about my domestic feelings earlier, and how conflicted I am sometimes about raising Bellamy in the country—but not here. I don't have any conflicting feelings about the ranch, or Zane. And that’s a little complicated to sort out in my head.
“It’s funny,” he murmurs when I finish spilling my guts. “Because I think you trusted me with all of that before you trusted me with your body.”
I guess I did. I knew subconsciously that Zane was safe before I could intentionally make the choice to give myself to him. With all of it. My fears and my needs and my body. And my children.
“We’re going to figure it all out together.” He kisses my forehead. “But I’m glad we don’t need to do much work to figure out sex. I want that to be an easy joy for you.”
Which is reason enough to slide to my knees in the shower and show him just how easy and joyous it is for me to love his body with mine.
Chapter 37
Zane
“All right, plans for the day,” Luna says, slapping the dining room table. “Produce boxes need to be packed, then loaded onto Zane’s truck for delivery.”
“I want to do the delivery!” Bellamy says excitedly.
“I promise it’s not that much fun,” I tell her.
She scowls and pouts.
“Bella,” Hope cautions. “No thank you with that face.”
“No thank you withthatface,” Bellamy says right back.
Hope’s eyebrows lift.
“Sorry, Mommy,” Bellamy whispers.
“That’s better, boo. Maybe we’ll go into town and do a special delivery to Mercy soon.”
“Do you want to take her box to her?” I’m surprised. Hope hasn’t shown any interest in going into town on her own yet.
