"Then we're James and Roxy Brennan. People with alibis, documentation and a life that has nothing to do with Gary Hollisor Arizona or anything that happened before we moved to San Diego."
"What if she doesn't believe us?"
"Then we deal with it. There are always options, baby. "
She nods, and I can see the hint of fear underneath the determination. She's worried and so am I.
But fear is just another kind of fuel.
"Come here," I say.
She climbs into my lap, straddling me in the kitchen chair. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, feeling her heartbeat against my chest.
"We're going to be okay," I say into her hair.
"Promise?"
"I promise. I'll kill anyone who tries to take this away from us."
She laughs, breathless and a little wild. "I know you will."
I kiss her with every ounce of myself, claiming her mouth the way I've claimed every part of her. She responds immediately, her hands tangling in my hair, her body pressing against mine.
I stand up, lifting her with me. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom, our mouths never breaking contact.
When we get to our room, I drop her on the bed and she bounces once, her eyes bright with hunger and lust. I strip her clothes off with haste. She helps, kicking off her jeans, pulling her t-shirt over her head. Within seconds she's naked beneath me, her skin flushed and her breathing ragged.
I don't bother undressing completely as I’m too wound up. I only unzip my jeans and free my cock, positioning myself between her legs.
"We're not leaving," I say, looking down at her.
"No."
"We're staying. We're fighting."
"Yes."
"Say it."
"We're staying. We're fighting. We're…fuck!"
I push into her in one hard thrust and she cries out, her back lifting off the bed. She's soaked, ready for me, her body welcoming mine like it always does. I fuck her hard and fast, driven by overwhelming desire to rebalance us, to bring us back to the core, that we’re together in this on our own and always will be.
She meets me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my ass as her legs wrap tight around my waist. Her pussy clenches hard around my cock and I growl against her neck.
"You’re my good girl, aren’t you baby?”
"Yesss, so good," she groans, writhing underneath me, creeping onto the verge of her orgasm. She's so close already, her body tensing, her breathing coming in short gasps.
"Cum for me," I demand. "Show me you're not afraid."
"I'm not afraid. Oh god…"
She cums with a cry, her body stiffening around me, her nails breaking skin on my ass. The pain and pleasure mixed together fuel my own orgasm, and I follow her over the edge with a groan.
I look down at her dopey face and she laughs. "Fuck."
"We’re crazy, you know that, right? This shit shouldn’t turn us on."
