"That actually feels really good," she gasped, "but it makes me want you so bad. Ah, God, Eric, just a little deeper. Please."
He gave her another inch, but still pulled out completely with each thrust.
Her excited cries had him by the balls. Lured him deeper. He lost control and thrust deep. She moved her hand out of the way so he could rub his groin against her clit as he drove himself into her over and over and over again. When she cried out and her pussy clenched around him, he let go, still pumping into her body as he came.
He collapsed against her and nuzzled her neck. "I love you," he whispered into her ear. "Rebekah."
Chapter 29
The next afternoon, Rebekah kissed Eric and smiled up at him. They had skipped lunch at Brian's house to stay in bed for another six hours. She had been tempted to stay there all day, but she had a few things she needed to take care of. All Eric could talk about was buying her an engagement ring. And she was going to let him.
"Do you want me to pick it out, or do you want to help me?" he asked.
She couldn't even imagine the ginormous ring he'd end up buying. She'd have to walk around with her hand in a vault. "I'm sure you'll go way overboard if you pick it out yourself. I'm going to pack some stuff at my mom's house. How about I meet you at the mall for dinner, and we can go shopping afterward?"
"Okay."
She kissed him again and hugged him for several minutes. She honestly did not want to let him go. Ever. But she'd eventually need clothes. And she missed the weight of her butterfly necklace and bracelet against her skin as a constant reminder that Eric thought she was beautiful.
Rebekah climbed into her car, and after waving good-bye, she headed toward her parents' house. She knew there would be a confrontation with her mother. She was looking forward to it. To standing up to the woman who had tried to rule her life for twenty-seven years. Yet part of her wanted to curl into her protective shell and sneak back to Eric and never confront the woman at all.
When she let herself into the house, her mother was standing in the foyer. "You spent the night with him, didn't you? That dirty rock star."
"Well, yeah. I didn't sleep in my car." She tried to walk around her mother, but she grabbed Rebekah's arm.
"You'll be lucky if Isaac will ever take you back now. You didn't have sex with that man, did you?"
"Multiple times, Mother. We're getting married."
Her mother's pupils dilated. Rebekah's heart thudded with fear. "You are not marrying him. You are marrying Isaac. He told me last night that you said you would marry him."
"I said that over a year ago. Before we broke up."
"He was in tears."
"Tears?"
"Yes, tears. He said he has never loved a woman the way he loves you, and the thought of losing you was tearing him up inside."
Isaac had cried in front of her mother? What in the world was his damage?
"I'm sorry I have to hurt him, Mom, but I don't love him. I love Eric."
"I don't care who you love, you're marrying Isaac."
"This isn't the seventeenth century, Mother. I can marry whoever I want. I'm a grown woman. I can make decisions for myself."
"Bad decisions. You always make bad decisions. First you decided you wanted to be a mechanic. A mechanic! Your father said you should be allowed to choose your own career, so we let you go to that vocational college, and after you graduated you worked in a garage for what? A month?"
"Six weeks," she mumbled. "I don't like working on new cars. They have too many electronics."
"So you decided you wanted to go to college to be an audio engineer like your brother. You went to Alaska each summer to work on fishing boats and oil rigs. Why?"
"To get away from you, maybe?"
"That's lovely, Rebekah. Where did you learn to speak to your mother that way?"
"Let go of my arm. I'm leaving."
"And then you got sick during your junior year. You know why you got sick?"
"Because I had cancer?"
"Because God is punishing you."
Her mother's words punched Rebekah in the stomach, and her heart gave an unpleasant lurch. "That's not true."
"It is. I know it is. You're lucky He let you live."
"He didn't let me live. Medical treatment let me live." Rebekah yanked on her arm. "Let go."
"He took your ability to have children, Rebekah. God is punishing you. Punishing you for making bad decisions."
"Punishing me? What did I do that you think is so wrong?"
"All those bad decisions, Rebekah. Your whole life. Cancer was your wake-up call."
"It was my wake-up call. It showed me that I have to live life to the fullest each day, and the only one who has ever made me feel truly alive is Eric."