I wasn’t done with her yet. I’d make sure she was always this sated.
She stared at me, her eyes heavy and her lips swollen. I guided her legs around my waist. Her heavy sigh heated into a wanton beg.
“More…” She gripped my arms. “I have to feel you.”
My cock throbbed, aching. I guided it to her slickness. The heat nearly scalded me, but I wasn’t crazy enough to stop. If she’d sear through me, burn me to nothing more than ash, at least I’d spend those last agonizingly perfect seconds completely sheathed within her.
“From now on, Red…my name is going to be the only word you think,” I said. “The only sound you speak. The only fantasy you’ll ever need.”
She panted beneath me. “It already is.”
“I promise you…” My words roughened. She was too beautiful for a harsh fuck, and too irresistible to take gently. “I’m going to do this right. The marriage. The baby. Us. Do you believe that?”
“Yes.”
Good.
At least one of us was confident.
I could try. Do everything I thought was right. Work as hard as possible until my body broke.
But I worried it wouldn’t be enough.
I’d fuck it up.
I’d ruin it.
“Lachlan…” Elle begged. “Take me. Fuck me. I need to feel you.”
And I needed her. More than she realized.
More than even I knew.
I plunged within her. She arched, groaned, biting her lip, squeezing me so tight I feared I might have hurt her.
Until her body shook.
Until her eyes closed.
Until she whispered my name with such sweetness, such gratitude, I nearly asked her to marry me again.
Her legs pulled me close, and I crashed over her, tangling my hands in her hair. She arched for me. Wanting more.
My cock bottomed out in the most perfect pussy I had ever taken in my life. Every inch of her wrapped me in the softness of silk and a tightness that might have wrenched me apart. But what a way to go.
I never wanted to pull from her, to leave her, to feel anything but the way she stretched and opened and welcomed me thrust after thrust.
I started by taking her. Fucking her. Pleasuring her.
But my own selfish desire overwhelmed me. I drowned in a need to be with her, and she knew it. Sensed it. Wanted it too.
She clung to me and offered her body. Every luxurious inch. Every tightening, crushing thrust. She took it all. She gave herself to me.
“Never had anyone like you before…” Her words trembled. I kissed her, tasting her honesty. “It’s so good…no idea…”
“You were made for me,” I whispered. “Fucking fairy tale perfection. Do you believe me now?”
“I don’t believe in fate.”
“What do you believe in?”
“Us.” She gripped my hand. “I want us.”
“Even if I fuck it up?”
“You don’t fuck anything bad.”
She arched and cried out, close to her own orgasm. I fucked her harder, pushing her over that edge.
I’d break her with pleasure just to rebuild her in ecstasy.
“I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted,” I said. “I can be the man you’ll love, the father to your child, the prince charming of your fairy tale. If you want me. If you’ll have me. If…”
If I didn’t fail and ruin everyone’s expectations—including my own.
She clenched too hard, groaning my name and a dozen other words and affections and promises that would be lost in the haze of her pleasure and the darkness of her desire.
I couldn’t hold back. I gripped her hips and forced in deeper, battling her own orgasm and tightness and the squeezing, milking, teasing muscles that would steal my sanity and lose my mind within her silken core.
I should have said that I loved her.
Instead, I gave her this moment. A precious, beautiful, spine-rending moment of complete understanding. I offered her jet after jet of heat and my promises and the only confidence I had left.
Today and tonight, she was mine.
Mine to kiss. Mine to fuck. Mine to hold.
Because I had no idea what tomorrow held, and, for the first time, I feared it.
Too many people needed too much from me.
How long did I have before I let them all down?
20
Lachlan
Training camp was a shit show.
A week of working, sweating, and weight-training meant nothing when the stress ate away at my confidence. I tried too goddamned hard to do everything that was instinctual, and even the coaches told me to back off. Relax. Keep it loose.
Hard to do that when I’d woken up alone for the first time in a week.
Elle wasn’t in the bed this morning, and she didn’t show up at training camp. For whatever reason, she had cleared a day off with Peter, but she didn’t tell me she wouldn’t be in. I ended up as the asshole waiting for her on the sidelines with a chai tea and baggie of grapes. That is, until the guys realized I’d misplaced my own wife.