Make Her Mine

We check in, asking for two rooms, and without a question or a single word, Ian heads up to his room, leaving Skye and I with the key to the master suite that the bubbly, very solicitous woman at the front desk offered us.

We push open the door to our room, which is huge considering the size of this B&B, with a giant king-size bed, a couch in the corner, and a whole mini kitchen. We don’t waste time admiring the view, though. At least, not the view of the room.

The instant the door slams behind us, I have her in my arms, lifting her up, walking us backwards until we fall across the bed. I tear her clothes off, stripping the fabric from her, because I want to feel every inch of her skin against mine. When I lay down along her, it’s with a sense of finally coming back home, after far too long away. I run my hands over her perfect tits, her stomach, her hips, her thick thighs, just waiting for my fingers to sink into them. I slide down her body, licking her throat and between her tits. I trace her nipple with my tongue, let my teeth sink into her soft flesh and savor the gasps and groans she makes. Every sound she lets out kills me.

Gets my cock so hard it fucking hurts.

I work down her body, over her stomach, flicking my tongue into her navel, grinning when she squirms at that. I nibble at her hips, her thighs, the inside crook where her leg meets her hipbone. I shove her legs open wide, pinning her against the bed, and I lap at her, my tongue delving deep into her folds, the salty, savory taste of her filling my senses.

I lick and suck at her until she cries aloud, and then I keep going, taking her to the peak again and again. I cannot get enough of her. I never will.

I’ll never have to, now.

When I finally slide back up her body to let my eager, painful erection sink into her tight pulsing puss, I know that now, more than ever, I’m finally home. And when I finish and I sink to the bed beside her, spent, and she’s still panting from her own orgasms, I drape my arm around her waist and pull her in close against me.

“You know I never would have let him touch you, Skye. I would have torn the whole world apart to save you. When I saw you sitting on that couch, tied up like that…” My voice fails, but she turns in my arms to press a kiss to my cheek, her eyes glistening.

“I know that now.”

“I can’t make excuses for myself, Skye. I can’t change what I did in the past, but I can tell you that I will be so much more for you than I have ever been before. I’m leaving all of that shit behind me. From here on, I live for you, and no one else.”

She runs her hands through my hair, her fingertips grazing the back of my neck, in a way that drives me wild. In a way that makes me want to roll her over and sink into her again and again. I will never be able to get enough of this woman. And that’s just the way I want it to be.

“I’m yours, Stone,” she whispers. “From the moment we first kissed, I knew it had to be you. It is you. No matter what. Nothing will tear us apart again.”

And then I give into the urge, I pull her against me and kiss her soft bow lips, intertwine my tongue with hers, and slide my hands down her perfect body, ready to make her reach the peak again.

Epilogue

Skye

Montreal, as it turns out, is a beautiful city. A beautiful, welcoming, warm, friendly open city. Stone rents a townhouse in the historical district, behind the city walls, on a cobblestone street, where the apartments and houses are all covered in climbing ivy, built from stone, warm and cozy in the chilly spring evenings.

Ian, for his part, likes a suburb close to the city, but not quite within the wall. His apartment is modern, very pretty with its hardwood floors and brand new appliances. But it’s a little cold for my taste.

So, I went with Stone.

Not that there was much choice there. Part of me always knew, from the moment we survived our ordeal, that it would be him. Fate brought us together, and our persistence kept us together despite the storm of problems the world threw at us.

I think about that now, as I pace through the rooms of our new house. Stone ran out for groceries and to drop off an application at an auto body shop down the road that’s hiring. Now that he’s not tied into working for a sketchy creep, he can finally do something he enjoys.

I smile and trace my hands over the sun-drenched kitchen counter. It’s got an eat-in table, and connects to an equally sunny living room, with a huge bedroom in the back, a skylight overhead so at night you can lie there and look up at the stars between the two big oak trees on either side of the house. We’ve only been here a month, yet already it feels more like home than anywhere else I’ve ever lived.

Possibly the way we broke it in helped. I pause at the entrance to the living room, glancing at the big balcony overlooking the backyard, and remember the time a couple days after we got here, when Xander bent me over that, thrusting into me from behind, so hard I couldn’t help crying out as I came, which earned us a few good-natured shouts from the neighbors.

I think we’ve had sex in every single room of the house by now, with the exception of the coat closet.

My mind drifts off into daydreams, which is why I don’t hear at first when the front door opens. I’m walking back into the kitchen when a pair of strong arms catch my waist and swing me onto the counter. I gasp, but only in faux-shock, because Xander is already necking kisses along my weak spot, right at the crook of my neck, and hell, I can’t resist him when he’s like this.

Who would want to?

“Good trip to the store?” I ask with an eyebrow raised, grinning down at him from my newfound perch on the counter.

“I got the job. At the shop.” He grins up at me, so open and carefree that I laugh too, and dip down to press a kiss to his lips.

“That’s great, babe.”

“Starting tomorrow. So, I won’t be here to bother you as much, sadly.” He squeezes my ass with one hand, tight enough to make me yelp.