I’m so close to the edge, but I don’t want to fall over. I want to hold off and make it last longer, but I know I won’t be able to. Not with how hard he’s pounding into me. The sound of his grunts as he pushes me against the wall is too much for me to take.
“How are you still so tight?” he asks against my ear before nipping my neck.
“It was made for you, that’s how.” I slide my hands up the back of his neck and dig my fingers into his hair.
“Damn straight it was. It belongs to me. Say it.”
God, I love when he gets possessive and demanding. I don’t hesitate to respond because he’s right, it does belong to him. I feel it down to my soul that we belong to each other.
“It’s yours,” I cry out as his mouth covers mine to silence my orgasm. He jerks against me as his own hits, and I feel his warm release deep inside me. I feel myself tighten around him as my body begs for every drop. I close my eyes and my head falls back. Something about him cumming inside me always takes my breath away. I love it and I love him.
He kisses my neck lazily once he’s spent. “Love you, beautiful.”
My eyes slowly open and I smile at him. “I love you, too,” I say as I lean forward and kiss him.
Everything has been so perfect lately. Well, within these walls it has been because I haven’t ventured out much. I’ve been using the excuse about the pictures and possible stalker to stay locked away from the rest of the world. But I’m hiding from my problems and I don’t want to face them yet.
“I’ve got a few errands I need to run,” he tells me as his cock slips from inside me. I moan at the loss of him as he places me on my feet. I watch as he tucks his cock back into his jeans and I lick my lips, forgetting about what he said. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that I’ll never be able to leave.”
I blush upon realizing I got caught checking him out. You’d think I’d be used to seeing his body by now, but it still catches me off-guard. I think it’s more to do with the fact that he’s mine. It’s crazy how my life has changed so much so quickly.
“And where is it you’re going?” I ask as I tie my robe closed, knowing he’s right. If I don’t cover up we will be back at it.
“If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He puts a finger under my chin, raising my head as he gives me another kiss. “Will my girls be okay without me for a few hours?”
“We’ll miss you, but I think we’ll manage.” I tease him, and then it hits me. I can use this time to get his birthday stuff together. “I do love surprises,” I add, thinking this is perfect.
“I’ll be gone a few hours.”
“Take your time,” I say too quickly. “Charlotte and I will have some girl time,” I follow up, trying to hide my eagerness for him to go.
“Not too long.” He gives me another kiss, and this time when he pulls away I’m left breathless.
“Lock the door behind me.”
I do as he says and set the alarm when he leaves. He had it installed after the weird pictures showed up. I actually keep forgetting about that whole mess because nothing else has happened since then, nor has anyone brought it up. I don’t talk about it because Anderson gets pissed, and I know he doesn’t bring it up to me because he doesn’t want me worrying about it. And it’s not as if I’m talking to Kent right now. He’d be the one who would talk about it, but it’s been radio silence since Anderson brought me home. How can I be so mad at someone and miss them like crazy? I haven’t gone to a family dinner the last few weeks either. Ma and Dad have come over here a few times and I was shocked at how easy-going they were being about all this. My other brothers have all been calling and texting me like normal, so it’s odd being so happy but sad at the same time.
Kent is just as stubborn as I am, though. He drives me crazy, but out of all my brothers we are actually the closest even though we are the furthest apart in age. I want him to be okay with this and to let Anderson and Charlotte into his life sooner rather than later. It’s hard having him mad at me. At least I think that’s what he is since we’ve never truly fought before.