“I’m not going anywhere, beauty,” Brett murmured as he dragged his nose against the side of mine. Sweat coated our bodies and I could feel him tensing up. He was as close as I was but refused to let go. “I swear to you, Kenzie, I’m not going anywhere and I’ll never change on you,” he said, reading my mind. “This is me. This is us.”
My hips moved up against his as I fought him, trying to grab at my climax. “Brett.”
Thrust in, drag out.
“I love you, baby. I love you. Just say it. Please, just say it.”
Thrust in, drag out.
Oh, God. He loved me. Brett loved me. I could see the honesty reflecting back at me in his eyes. I knew they weren’t just words to him. He meant them. He truly did, and that thought alone cracked my heart wide open.
Thrust in, drag out.
Lifting my head to bury it in the crook of his neck, I moaned, “I love you. God, I love you so much.”
That was all it took. With my admission, Brett’s control snapped. He pulled almost all the way out and drove back into me with a fierce snap of his hips, causing me to cry out as that sweet combination of pleasure and pain began to take hold.
“Again,” he growled as he pounded into me, fucking me like a man possessed.
“I love you.”
“Fuuuuuck, beauty,” he groaned. “Love. You. Too.” Each word was punctuated with a violent shove of his cock. “Want you to come, baby. Want you to scream it as you come all over my cock.”
That was all it took. I spiraled down into a climax so strong I thought I might drown, yelling out I love you as it pulled me under.
“That’s it, Kenzie. Give it to me, baby. Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come.” His erotic words only fueled my release, causing tears to slide from the corner of my eyes as I came long and hard.
“So close, baby. So fuckin’ close. God, I love you.” I felt him swell even thicker moments before he buried himself to the hilt and dropped his head into my neck, groaning out my name as his climax filled me, each twitch of his dick sending tremors through my sensitive pussy.
“Fuckin’ perfect. So fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbled minutes later once we’d both managed to catch our breaths.
When he pushed up on his forearms and looked down at me, I couldn’t help but smile at what I saw staring back at me. “Love you, honey,” I whispered, pushing a strand of hair from his forehead.
Lowering his head to nuzzle his face against mine, I felt his own smile against my cheek as he told me, “Love you more, beauty. Always.”
Only moments later, exhaustion pulled me under into a peaceful sleep. My life had never felt more wonderful.
I honest to God believed that the Cloverleaf Fall Festival was created in order to kill me. That wasn’t an exaggeration.
Brett, unable to deny the twins’ manipulative innocence, had already gotten them cotton candy, funnel cake, and hot chocolate topped with three inches of marshmallows to wash it all down with.
I had to put my foot down on the caramel apples. Callie and Cameron were running around, screaming at the top of their lungs like—well, like two five-year-olds hopped up on sugar. But it wasn’t just the twins who had my head pounding so bad it felt like my eyeballs were about to pop out.
Oh, no.
The real problem was those two combined with Trevor. That was a combination created by the devil himself.
“MOMMY! I wanna ride that Ferris wheel again!” Cameron yelled at the top of his lungs—because a kid on a sugar high can’t possibly speak at a regular decibel.
“YEAH! The Ferris wheel!” Trevor shouted. “Let’s ride it again!”
“We’re doing the pumpkin patch,” I answered. “You can ride the Ferris wheel again later.”
“Ahhhh,” all three—yes, three—of them whined.
Throwing my hands up in defeat, I turned and looked at Brett who was trying his hardest not to laugh his ass off.
“This is all your fault,” I hissed out.
“What’d I do?”
“You fed the kids a pound of sugar each and let Trevor off his leash!”
“Hey! In my defense, Lizzy’s the one in control of Trevor’s leash. If you’re gonna blame anyone for him, blame her!” he shouted, pointing his finger in Lizzy’s face.
She just looked at me with an eh, what are you gonna do expression and shrugged. “I gave up trying to rein all that crazy in. It’s best to just let him run the energy out of his system until he exhausts himself. Kinda like a puppy.”
Letting out an exasperated breath, I turned around to find Emmy, Luke, Savannah and Jeremy laughing so hard they were hunched over with tears in their eyes. At my murderous glare, Stacia and Gavin slowly backed away, stating, “Uh, we’re gonna go look around. We’ll meet y’all over at the pumpkin patch.” Then they took off, smart enough not to stick around.