“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” I say, my mouth watering as my eyes flick to her tits.
My cock pulses painfully in my jeans, hot and hard as I wait for her next move.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she says, and she moves toward me. She straddles me again, and she starts to shift her hips over mine. She’s moaning, and I think she’s catching a rough spot on my jeans with her clit because she tosses herhead back in ecstasy. It only serves to shove her tits closer to my face, and I suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
My cheeks hollow as I suck hard on the already tight bud, and I run my tongue back and forth across the tip. She moans louder at the feel, her hips moving wildly, and I let go of my hold on her tit and reach down between us to slide a finger inside her cunt.
“You’re so wet,” I murmur, my eyes flicking up to watch the show in front of me.
Her moan turns to a cry, and I feel her pussy as it clenches onto me, greedy and wanting.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” I mutter.
“Yes,” she cries breathlessly. “Fuck me, Ford. Fuck me now.”
I pull my finger out, quickly work my jeans button and zipper, pull my cock out, and aim it up at her. She seats herself down on me, sliding right over my cock as I enter her perfect cunt.
She stills, our eyes meeting erotically for a beat before she starts to move in earnest. Up and down, with our eyes connected, and the intimacy from it is un-fucking-real as we form this connection unlike any I’ve had before.
It feels like forever.
I rest my hands under her ass, and I inch a finger over until I push into the tight hole back there. She gasps, and her eyes darken as I pump my finger in and out of her ass in time with the way her body moves over mine.
“Oh my God,” she screams. “Yes, oh God, I love it when you’re touching my ass.”
“I’m going to fuck this ass next,” I growl.
“Please,” she whimpers. “It’s yours to fuck.”
Jesus Christ. Her words set me on fire, and my body responds as fire bursts from my veins and into my blood. I start to come inside her, my body betraying me withoutwarning. I growl her name through it as I erupt, pushing her into her own climax.
She cries out a string of incoherent words as I shove my finger further into her ass, and her body explodes into convulsions just as I start to come down from my own high. I keep pumping into her, and I reach in front to rub her clit as I take her tit back in my mouth, sparking every erogenous zone I possibly can as her orgasm carries on and on and on.
Eventually she collapses against my shoulder, worn and spent, and she’s panting as she tries to catch her breath.
“Welcome to Vegas,” she teases.
“Good to be here,” I tease back, and I press a soft kiss to the side of her neck.
It doesn’t matter where in the world she is. Vegas, Chicago, Tampa, hell, the fucking middle of nowhere. I’ll be there.
No matter what.
It may have been a snap decision that landed us here, but it doesn’t matter. It was the start of our forever.
EPILOGUE: Tatum Barker
Snap Decision
Nearly every moment of every day is riddled with decisions to make. Some are made in the blink of an eye, and some require a lot more effort. Some are easy, and some are hard.
It may have been a snap decision to marry Ford Bradley, but even if it hadn’t been, it would have been an easy choice. And now that I’m standing at the front door to the Bradley Mansion a week after we figured our shit out in Vegas, I have this sense that I’m home again.
Chicago has always been home, and because I had such a crush on Archer Bradley, I probably spent more time at the Bradley Mansion than I did at my own home back when I was in high school. It laid the groundwork for the foundation of friendship for Ford and me even though I had no idea that’s what I was doing. I thought I was just being friendly with the older brother of the guy I was destined to be with. I had no clue at the time thathewas the one I wasactuallygoingto end up with.
I look over at him, and his eyes are on me. He’s always looking at me with adoration in his eyes, something I never noticed before.
It makes me feel safe and loved.
