Tossed Into Love (Fluke My Life 3)

I listen to him laugh.

“Put the guy out of his misery,” I hear one of the firefighters say.

I look at his squad. They’re all watching.

My family and my sisters are smiling while they wipe tears from the corners of their eyes. Their husbands hug them from behind while they kiss their necks.

“What do you say, Princess? Feel like adding a few more chapters to our story?” he asks.

I toss myself against him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

This time, with my own tears falling, I answer, “Yes.”

I laugh when I hear a loud cheer go up around us. His squad members high-five one another, and my sisters throw their hands up in celebration.

“Yes,” I repeat against his lips, smiling. “Maybe romance movies aren’t so stupid after all,” I say.

He tips his head to the side, and his laughing mouth covers mine and then kisses me again—this time deeper than before.

Holding my hand out in front of me, I watch how the early-morning light coming through the open blinds bounces off my engagement ring.

I’m engaged.

I still can’t believe that I’m marrying the guy whom I secretly crushed on for ages. Not only that . . . he loves me.

“Morning, Princess.” Antonio’s rough voice greets me in my ear.

I smile, pressing my back into him as his hand slides up my thigh and over my bare hip.

“Morning.” I turn to look at him over my shoulder. I study his mussed hair, his eyes still soft from sleep, and his jaw covered in a thick layer of stubble.

God, I love him so much. More than I ever thought possible.

“You okay?” He kisses my bare shoulder, and I smile.

“More than okay,” I answer as his warm hand covers my breast.

He smiles right before he tugs my nipple hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight through me.

“How okay?” he asks.

I turn in his arms and slide my hands up his chest, then push him to his back. Climbing on top of him, I look at his handsome face.

“Better than okay,” I breathe.

He wraps one hand around his cock and the other around my hip. Feeling the head of him at my entrance, I brace myself with my hands against his chest. My head falls back as I start to slowly sink down onto his length.

“Way better than okay.”

I go still with him deep inside me for a moment, to soak in the feeling of our connection. He chuckles, and my eyes open to meet his. He groans.

“So fucking beautiful.”

The tone of his voice fills me with a sense of power, and I lift up and then drop, slow and steady, before speeding up and riding him hard and fast, slamming myself down onto him.

Sliding his hands up my stomach, he cups my breasts. He leans up to take one of my breasts into his mouth while toying with the nipple on the other. My eyes close, and a quiet yes leaves my mouth as I slide closer to the edge.

“Christ,” he grunts, thrusting his hips up into mine every time I fall down along his length. “So wet . . . so pretty taking my cock.”

“Oh god,” I whimper when his hand at my breast slides down over my stomach and his thumb starts to roll over my clit.

“Kiss me, Princess,” he orders.

My head falls forward, and our eyes lock. I lean closer to him, and my hair cascades down around us. I place my mouth against his and kiss him, coming hard. Before I’m down from the high of my orgasm—or even close to recovering—he flips me to my back, never leaving me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I hold on to his shoulders as he slams into me over and over, so hard that my breath hitches. Feeling my stomach start to get tight and my muscles start to spasm once more, I cry out.

“Touch yourself,” he orders.

Without having the capacity to think about what he’s telling me to do, I slide my hand between us and feel our connection as my fingers skim over my clit. My pussy tightens around his length, and my back arches off the bed.

“Antonio!” I cry out as I come again.

I listen to him groan as he falls over the edge with me. His head drops to my shoulder, and I feel his lips when he turns his head to kiss my neck.

Breathing heavy, I soak in the feeling of his weight on top of me and our hearts pounding in unison. I hold him even tighter.

“I love my fiancée’s pussy.”

My eyes fall closed once more, and my legs and arms spasm as I laugh. “She loves your cock.”

“I think I figured that out when she tried to break it off.”

“I did not try to break it off,” I say through my laugher as he leans back to look at me smiling.