Or a surrender.
Behind me his voice is rough when he answers.
“I’m never stopping, Honey.I’m never going anywhere without you.”
Those words.
Simple.
But they break something open inside my chest.
Because he always does.
He always has.
Through the fear.
Through the chaos with Mike.
Through the moment my world cracked apart and I thought everything I’d built was gone.
J.T.was there.
Steady.
Unshakable.
Like the mountains outside our home.
And suddenly the realization crashes over me with terrifying clarity.
I’m not just grateful for him.
I’m not just attracted to him.
I’m not just leaning on him because he makes life easier.
I love him.
Deep.
Fierce.
Terrifying in its certainty.
His hand sneaks around my waist, dipping low until he finds it.My clit.Then he presses down.Tap, tap, tap.And all the while he never stops fucking me from behind.
The pleasure crests hard and fast, tearing a gasp from my throat.
And the words burst out of me before I can stop them.
“J.T.!Oh God!J.T., I love you.I love you!”
I cry out, coming harder than ever before.
J.T.thrusts two more times, his climax filling me as his big arms wrap around me, pulling me upright.
Together, we’re breathing rough, heavy, loud.
