His Alone(67)

"Show everyone I belong to you." I feel the muscles in her body lock up. "Oh God. I'm yours, Ryan." She yells out the last part, making me come against her. I hump her pussy and come like a teenager who saw his first Playboy. My come spreads across her pussy, ass and thighs, marking her even more. I keep moving against her, as her own orgasm explodes through her.




 

 

I lean back and watch her ride out the wave. Her eyes fall closed, and her body jerks against mine. The sign of her pleasure makes my cock come back to life, as if I hadn't released all over her.

Her head falls forward, her dark red waves brushing over the both of us. A lazy smile spreads on her full lips, which still show signs of our make-out session. When her blue eyes open and lock on me, I can't stop myself from kissing her all over again.

"I can't believe I get to wake up like this every day for the rest of my life," she says against my mouth. "You make everything else fade away. You know you did that, right? Filled me up with so much happiness I can't remember anything else."

A lump forms in my throat. I have to fight it down. "You don't know what it means to me to know I did that for you. It's all I ever wanted. To make you happy. Take away that sadness I saw in your eyes the first time I ever saw you."

"Well, Captain, I promise you've done that and more." She wraps her arms around my neck. "It's all behind us, right?" she asks, and I know what she's talking about. There's still a trace of fear that lingers there. That we could be caught for what we did. I can see it in her eyes, but I know we're in the clear. I would have let her know that if I thought there was even a question of it. I made sure of that. Plus, I had a plan for if we weren't safe. In fact, we're sitting in my plan right now, but for a different reason.

"I turned it all in." I'd grabbed the information because she told me to. I hadn't even thought about it. My only focus had been on her and getting her out of the warehouse. If the CIA wanted to thank anyone, it should be her. "They got what they wanted and I'm done with all that. Nothing from that life will ever touch us."

I had been out of the CIA for a while already, working only for Miles toward the end. My old handler was shocked to see me when I showed up with the evidence. I let him know he needed to make sure a burned-down warehouse could never be traced back to me. That nothing about the CIA or my work with them would ever surface. That life was behind me, and I wanted none of it creeping back up. Ever.

"How long until I have your job?" Paige asks, crawling from my lap and changing the subject. She lets it all go, leaving it in the past where it belongs. Moving toward our future.

"You after my job, kitten?" I lean back on the bed and watch her look around the little hut. She still has no idea where we are.

"It would be fun to boss you around from time to time," she says, like she doesn't already do it. She creeps toward one of the windows before a gasp leaves her lips.

"Are we over the water?" 

"Yes."

"Where are we?"

For some reason I don't want to tell her. I like the idea of her being lost, with only me to hold on to. I don't care if that idea is a little fucked up.

I get up from the bed and walk over toward her, wrapping my arms around her from behind and looking out into the clear blue ocean with her.

"You're with me," I finally tell her, making her shake her head and giggle.

"Then I think you picked the perfect place for our honeymoon, because there isn't anywhere else in the whole world I'd rather be."

"Good, because it's ours."

She turns, looking up at me. "What do you mean, it's ours?"

"I own it."

"You own this hut?"

"Yes. And the whole island it sits on."

Her eyes widen, like she doesn't quite believe me. The island isn't giant, but it's a nice size.

"Miles pays good, but not that good," she counters. I smile. Miles pays more than good, actually.

"I was smart with my money." I invested in almost everything Miles told me to, and it paid. Big time. "I made sure I put it in the right places and I don't spend much. Unless you count this little island."

"Little island," she laughs. "That's fine, Captain, because I love shoes and I'll spend the shit out of your money for you."

"As long as I get to fuck you while you wear them, you'll never hear me complain. Besides, it's half yours now." Hell, it's all hers if you ask me. The only reason I ever invested money was because I had an endgame to make her mine, and I knew families cost money. I needed to build a life for us. Make sure I could give her anything and everything she dreamed of.