“Tell me I can have you, Cove. I need to hear you say this pussy is mine to fuck however I please.”
“Yes,” she cries, and I spank her cheek, my other hand reaching to grip the back of her neck.
“Say it again,” I bite out, another slap bouncing off the walls.
“Yes. It’s yours. For tonight.” I don’t love the last part of her answer, but I’ll ignore it for now.
Lifting my jeans from my ankles, I grab a condom from my wallet and sheath myself. I stroke my shaft steadily, allowing the tip to glide along the center of her pussy. “Let me in,” I groan, unsure of the true meaning behind my statement. “Let. Me. In.” And I thrust forward, impaling her with my cock and experiencing a fullness beyond what my vivid dreams could ever illustrate.
My cock inside Cove’s cunt. I ask myself while barreling deep inside of her—Do I want more than just this? Abso-fucking-lutely. But will she let me in? I mean, truly let me in. Farther than just the physical. Will she let me see the inner planes of her heart? I really hope so.
I give over to the pleasure with Cove right alongside me, our bodies meeting each other thrust for thrust until a steady vibration rises up my spine, signaling I’m close. “Fuck me, Stetson.”
I slap her ass again, my grip on her neck forcefullyholding her down. She likes it too much to tell me to stop. My orgasm draws near, and no part of me wants this to end. “Tell me who’s fucking you, Cove. Whose cock is making you so needy?”
“Yours,” she pants wildly as I reach for her clit. The walls of her pussy clench me tighter, and I’m almost there.
“What’s my name?” I bite out, barely hanging on.
“Stetson Cole.”
“Not enough. Tell me I’ll get to feel you again. Tell me this isn’t the last time.”
I drive into her relentlessly, my legs feeling like they could break and my abs burning, but I won’t stop. I won’t come until I hear her say it. This can’t be the last time I see her. I won’t accept it. Call it my own personal form of edging right before exploding, but I can’t simply dismiss her comment about only tonight.
“Okay. Okay,” she panics, moans disguised slightly with urgency. “I want more of you. Not just tonight. Fucking hell, Stetson. Make me come.”
I pinch her clit, and we’re golden. Full send into an oblivion of ecstasy where only she and I exist. There’s no long distance from Texas to Miami. No difference in wealth. And certainly, no family matters at hand are causing a roadblock in our attempts to connect.
I’m here. She’s here. We’re together.
And nothing else matters.
Because now that I’ve had Cove like this…vulnerable and feeling every bit like mine…I’m not strong enough to give her up.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be.”
Robert Browning
The morning sunshines through the floor-to-ceiling window of our Chicago hotel room. Daylight came too soon, my body craving the way we fell together during nightfall.
The pleasure.
The defiance.
The praise.
The caretaking.
We showered, Stetson insisting on washing my hair and surprising me again with his skills of many colors. He braided my hair. Braided my long, curly hair into two uniform French braids.
I run my hand across them against the plush pillow at my head. His technique wasperfect, causing me to immediately investigate how, when, and why. His answer? All for his little niece,Stella.
Because Stella and Uncle Stetson have sleepovers, and she has curly hair just like me. And that cute fact sentCoveinto cardiac arrest from her heart bursting. Could he be any more perfect?
