“Seth said he would leave Elle, if he was gonna useagain.”
At that, she went still. She was sitting on me, pressed tight against me, but she’d stopped dry-humpingme.
“But I don’t think I could, Maggie,” I confessed. I felt fucking weak about it, but I had to be honest with her. “I don’t think I could leave you. You’d have to be the one to leave. And if I start drinking, I don’t expect you to stay with me. If you have to leave me because I can’t get my shit together, that’s your right. And we both know that means you might have to leave Dirty, and that’s the last thing either of us wants. But if you say you love me and I love you, then to me that means we are in this together. And you keep loving me through whatever comes. For you that might mean losing Dirty, for a while or even permanently. For me that might mean leaving the band for rehab, or worse. But you know what? I’m not gonna let anything stop me from loving you. I don’t want anything to stop you from loving me. So I need you to be fully in this, right now, with me. No conditions. No limits.” I gazed up at her, at her fucking gorgeous face in my hands. “Can you dothat?”
“Yeah,” she said, her full bottom lip quivering just a bit as she took a breath. “Yeah, Zane. I can dothat.”
“Even going public and telling the world you’remine.”
She squirmed just a bit in my lap, like she was still uncomfortable with the idea. “Yeah,” she said, nibbling on her lip. But her gray eyes held mine. “I can dothat.”
“Then come here.” I pulled her to me and kissed her, hard. She moaned and our tongues entwined, and my hands sank into herhair.
Then she got to work on my jeans. She had my bare cock in her hands in no time, and I felt her yanking the crotch of her panties aside. My dick flexed in her hand, so fucking hard, I couldn’t even thinkanymore.
Good thing I’d gotten out whatever I wanted to say, because right now, I could barely remember what itwas.
Had I ever wanted inside her sobadly…?
Well, yeah. All the fuckingtime.
But,fuck…
“Take me, Maggie,” I groaned, as she worked her small hands all over my cock, driving me fuckingcrazy.
“Going to…” she breathed, just before burying her tongue in my mouthagain.
I was hoping she’d take me bare. But I wasn’t gonna press the issue. We’d both been tested by now but she still wasn’t on the pill, wasn’t going on the pill. We’d use condoms when she thought we should. She said she tracked her cycle and allthat.
I trusted her to make thatcall.
I knew neither of us had any infectious shit we were gonna pass to each other, but as for getting her pregnant? I wasn’t ready for that. I knew Iwasn’t.
She’d told me she wasn’teither.
But if it happened… I wasn’t gonna bedisappointed.
Scared as shit,maybe.
But I wasn’t goinganywhere.
Maggie wasn’t going anywhere,either.
We’d deal with ittogether.
Because me and Maggie? Webelongedtogether.
As I slid into her, her weight pressing down on me as she took me, bare… it was the first time I ever felt like I truly belonged to her. Like I washers.
I’d always been Maggie’s, in a way. But she just didn’t accept it, fully, until thismoment.
I knew it. I feltit…
And I wantedthis.
I’d never wanted to belong to a woman beforeher.
Only her. I’d wanted to belong to Maggie Omura for a long time… and now, I knew Idid.
