“You love me?”
I nod with no time to prepare before he slams into my mouth, fucking me with his cock like he’s adamant to brand me. I’d be okay with that. “Then be a good girl and take my cock. Prove your love to me and make me come.”
At your service, cowboy.
I relax my throat and let Stetson take over. He pounds into my mouth while the rocking of my hips has my clit stirring. I’m going to come, and by the sound of Stetson’s grunts, he is, too.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Cove. Absolutely perfect.”
My throat feels bruised, and my lips are numb, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to. Not until he feels every bit of the same pleasure he brings to me. My orgasm springs on me with little to no effort, while he meets me in unison. “Time to fill up this mouth. Swallow.”
“Ohh,” I moan, tingles spreading down the base of my spine to the center of my pussy. His saltiness meets my tongue, and I feel his body tighten, one final thrust signaling we’re in this cloud of euphoria together.
“I love you,” Stetson roars as the last of his cum fills my mouth and my orgasm settles. He lifts my face with both hands, nothing but adoration in his eyes now. “Wanting you was never the issue. That came easy. But loving you…there’s nothing wrong with having to fight for that love. And I would have chased you to the ends of the earth if I had to.”
He quickly brings his lips to mine and kicks off his sweats before joining me in the bathtub. I instantly relax as he situates his naked body behind me and lays me between his legs. The loofah that just blissfully assisted me is now soaked in hot water, dripping onto my skin as Stetson glides it across my chest.
“I’m glad you did. I was too stubborn to accept it, but I can’t imagine not having this. Not having you.” I reach forhis free hand and bring it to my lips. “I love you, Stetson. I’m scared but also feel fearless at the same time. I’ve always been left to take care of things on my own—big or small. But I trust you to care for me this time.”
He kisses the back of my head softly. “Every single time. Poets and authors may think they’ve cracked the code on love, but they aren’t us. We were made to defy the odds stacked against us. Our love was meant to be everlasting.”
“It will be.”
I really, really hope so. I’ve finally found the man my heart has been burning for all my life, but I’m only human. I’d be concerned if I wasn’t worried. Less than a week ago, Stetson and my father were basically a family not bound by blood.
Now, I’m supposed to trust that Stetson will pick me?
That he’ll help me find a way to still get the money to help my mom, all while choosing to love me. Because loving me will definitely come at a cost.
And for Stetson, that’s losing his supposedbest friend.
He can’t have us both.
So, that fear I claimed I’ve still got? It comes from the pit in my stomach that’s anxious for the fallout once Nathaniel hears from Stetson himself.
The man who’s proudly in love with his daughter.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
stetson
A little higher,and he’s a dead man.
“Ready for yourForbesdebut, my good buddy ole pal?”
I bite my cheek, eyes zeroed in on Austin’s hand, currently rubbing up and down the side of Cove’s back—mere inches away from the bottom of her breasts.
I’ll kill him.
“No,” I tell Clay, not bothering to look at him. He’s probably flashing me the same grin he likes to sport when he’s giddy about something I don’t give a shit about. And my interview withForbes Magazineis one of those.
They can burn every miserable copy, for all I care. Didn’t care about it then, don’t care about it now.
“But you look so nice,” he teases. “Speaking of nice. Are you wearing a tie?” He inspects my fit for the night.
“I am. Didn’t want to face the wrath of Abigail for dressing under par.”
Clay rolls his eyes. “Not sure I’ve ever seen Abbi angry. Might be kinda hot.” I flick the straw of his drink, and my eyes drift back to Cove.
