Page 82 of Claiming Becca

I push her hair away from her face and kiss her. “Remember, we fight together. Always.” She gives me a soft smile as I cup her jaw. “Even before I claimed you, I would have gone to battle with you. That will never change.” She leans up and kisses me, adjusting herself to straddle me. She wraps her arms around my neck and puts her forehead against mine.

“I’m sorry, Big Man. You’re right. You are my person. I so desperately wanted to prove to myself I could do it. I had forgotten that. I still have to remind myself sometimes that I’m not too much for you,” she murmurs.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer. “You’re not too much. I love you just the way you are. Besides, you’re the only person that thinks my dad jokes are funny.” I smirk at her.

She laughs. “I love your dad jokes.” She moves slightly against me, feeling my hardening cock, and her eyes widen slightly. “I love you,” she whispers.

I sit up, pressing her chest against mine. “I love you,” I reply. Running my tongue along her lower lip, she sighs and sinks into me.

I take advantage of it and deepen the kiss, cupping the back of her head. I love kissing her. After everything we’ve been through the past few days, I want to feel close to her.

Pulling back slightly, I gaze at her. “We never got to celebrate your first day on the job.”

She tilts her head at me, smiling. “We can celebrate now,” she whispers and rocks against me.

I lean forward and kiss up her jaw to her ear. “That’s my kind of celebration,” I whisper and nip at her ear. I run my hands down her back to the hem of her t-shirt and pull it over her head.

Leaning back, I stare at her. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her as I bring my hands up to cup her bra-covered breasts. She sucks in a breath and gives me a small smile. I rub my hands around her rib cage to her back and unhook her bra, pulling it away from her and dropping it on the floor. I lean up and pull her nipple into my mouth. Her hands come up to my head, and she arches her back. I flick my tongue over her nipple until she’s rocking against me.

“Connor, please,” she whispers. I lean up and take her mouth again, sucking on her lip and then her tongue. I grip her thighs and stand. She wraps her legs around my waist as I walk to the bedroom.

Laying her down on our bed, I stare at her as she stares back at me. I grip my t-shirt and pull it over my head. Unbuttoning my jeans, I push them over my hips along with my boxers. She stares at me with no shame. Her fingers go to the button of her jeans, and she pushes them over her hips. I lean down and grip them, pulling them the rest of the way off. I take a deep breath, enjoying the view.

“Spread your legs,” I instruct her. She hesitates for two seconds, then spreads them. I stare at her pink pussy and lick my lips. Crawling onto the bed between her legs, I pull them over my shoulders, and without any warning, I lick up her center. She arches off the bed, and I chuckle against her. I take my time alternating between licking up her folds, focusing on her clit, and then penetrating her with my tongue. Her hands come to my head.

“Connor, please,” she begs. I insert a finger, then another, and rub against her spot as I suck her clit into my mouth. She arches against me and moans long and hard.

“Fuck!” She comes around my fingers, and I help her ride it out. She pushes against my head when she’s had too much. Pulling away, I wipe my hand on my mouth and climb up her body. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss as I line up and sink into her.

I moan at the tight, wet heat. “You feel so good, baby,” I whisper against her lips. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I move in her. “You’re mine,” I tell her as I lean down and lick her neck. I grab her thigh and lift her a little to hit her spot. She rakes her fingers down my back. “Do you understand?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she chokes out as I slam into her.

“I’ll be here to fight every demon in hell for you,” I tell her as I roll my hips.

“Oh god,” she moans. Her legs begin to shake as she clutches me.

“Never. Forget. That.” I thrust on each word, and then she’s coming. I suck in a breath, not breaking my stride, as I feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine. I slam into her one more time and come with a groan.

“Fuck,” I whisper in her ear. She clings to me as I lay still to catch my breath. Rolling off her, I pull her, and she lays across my chest. Running my fingers up and down her spine, we stay quiet for a few minutes.

She leans up on my chest, putting her hands under her chin. “You know you’re stuck with me forever. I never want to live without you again,” she says. I wrap my arms around her, roll her onto her back, and settle between her legs. She arches an eyebrow at me, a slight grin on her lips.

“I wouldn’t want to be stuck with anyone else, Shortcake,” I tell her as my already hard cock teases her entrance. She gasps when I push inside her again and wraps her arms around me. Leaning down, I kiss her long and deep as I rock against her.

“I’ll love you forever,” I whisper against her lips. She sighs and smiles up at me.

“I’ll love you forever,” she replies. I sit up slightly to adjust her hips as I increase my speed. She clutches my biceps and meets each of my thrusts. I need her to understand how deep she’s embedded in me now.

“You claimed me as much as I claimed you. That will never change.” Leaning down to kiss her again, I prove to her how true those words are.

EPILOGUE

BECCA

One Month Later

I hate being the center of attention. When it’s just close friends, that’s different, but this. I take a deep breath and push my nerves down. Glancing at the wedding coordinator, she points to me to begin walking. I focus on putting one foot in front of the other. My eyes catch Connor’s, and I keep them there. He smiles wide at me as his eyes travel over me. I bite my lip but release it quickly, remembering I’m wearing lipstick.

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