“You’ve just thought of everything, haven’t you?” I ask.
West steps into me. “I like when a good plan comes together.”
I tilt my head back to smile up at him. “I like it when we come together.”
Brock groans and AJ laughs. “Well, that’s our cue to head out. Have fun, lovebirds. Don’t make anymore babies.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I call back as West claims my lips.
His kiss is chaste so we can both love on Asher before he leaves. This is his first night away and it’s kind of a big deal, but at the same time, I trust my bestie and I’m thrilled West and I will get to christen our new home sans any interruptions, because God love him, Asher seemingly has an internal alarm that blares whenever we’re about to fuck. Pint-sized little cockblock.
After the trio leaves, West walks me back to the master bedroom. “Oh my God,” I murmur, my hand flying to my chest. “It’s…”
“You like it, right?” he asks, sounding unsure.
“I love it,” I tell him, and I do. It’s everything I wanted and more. From the pale gray walls to the funky tone-on-tone wallpapered accent wall behind our bed, it’s perfection. He even scored the white-washed bedding set and one of those coma-inducer comforters I’ve been seeing ads for.
I spin to face him. “I love you.” I pull off my shirt and shimmy out of my jeans, leaving me in only my panties and bra. “I fucking love you.”
West growls, eyeing me appreciatively before he hauls my soft body against his hard one. He moves us toward the bed until the back of my legs hit the mattress and I tumble down onto it, pulling him with me.
He settles between my thighs, claiming my lips possessively with his before moving his way down my body. “I love you,” he groans as he kisses his way down my belly. “Now and forever, baby, I love you.”
He slides my panties down my legs and peppers my thighs and the aching space between them with hot open-mouthed kisses, teasing me and working me into a frenzy of want and need.
“God, yes,” I moan when he sets to work in earnest, flicking his tongue against me until I shatter into a million pleasure-soaked pieces.
“Fuck, Stacia. This is us, baby, forever.” He speaks the words against my fevered, damp flesh and I can’t help but grin. Most girls dream of riding off into the sunset with their prince charming, but here I am living the dream, deep in orgasmic bliss thanks to the tongue of my dark knight and I couldn’t think of a more fitting way to start our forever.
Because like West said—this is us and I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.
THE END.