Page 38 of Chasing His Bride

Her hand digs into the muscles of my back, a sign of the mounting desire she is experiencing.

“You feel so good,” she breathes.

I pull her up and carefully maneuver her onto my lap, adjusting my balance as I lean back on my heels. My desire intensifies as I grip her hips and thrust in and out of her as she bounces on top. Our movements are quick, hard, deliberate strokes.

It’s perfect.

Her head drops back, showing me her delicious slim neck. My teeth find her throat, sucking and biting, wanting to claim her. Something else I’ve never done before her.

With a forceful grip on her hipbone, I thrust her downwards, leaving her breathless, and her body tensed around me.

“Jack...” Her body trembles against mine as I move harder and faster. “I’m so close.”

“Come over my cock. I need it, Amber,” I beg.

“Jack,” she screams.

As her climax rushes through her, her body convulses uncontrollably, wave after wave. Her grip tightens around my neck, and she squeezes my dick tightly, drawing me in with each bounce. Her pussy not releasing its hold.

She shivers, causing waves of pleasure to run through both of us. “Oh, yes!” she screams.

And it’s fucking amazing seeing her face, my eyes glued to hers, watching her come.

I growl as she clenches around me and I’m panting and throbbing all over, climbing the wave, and I can no longer hold off. I roar as I spill into her, giving her everything I have.

I suck in a breath, and then laugh like a maniac. “I’m going to fuck you for days,” I promise her because I’m going to do this for the rest of my life. I’ve come inside her, yet, Amber isn’t worried. Hopefully, like me, she is fucking delighted.

Minutes later, I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her cheeks as we lock eyes. “I’m never letting you go again.”

She smiles, kissing me once on the lips. “Good. I don’t want you to leave me ever again.”

My chest squeezes. It isn’t painful—it’s love.

“I love you, Amber Clark,” I say, still staring into her eyes.

Tears lace her eyes. “I love you, Jack.”

And it’s the best thing anyone has ever said to me. Yes, I’ve heard it before. But this time I want to hear it. It feels real, not like someone is trying to edge into my life.

I take her into my arms, hugging her close, knowing we have enough to build our dreams and our life on.

There’ll be no one else for me; I knew that first day I saw her in Las Vegas. It’s possible I wanted her to marry me to give us a bind, something that joined us together forever, something that made me fight for her. Because I knew the first moment I saw her, she was mine.

Epilogue

Two Years Later

Jack opens the car door after he parks outside his grandfather’s home in the Hamptons.

It’s a place I love coming. Especially since I learned that Jack’s parents died in a plane crash when he was thirteen years old, and since that day, Jack and his sister Greta have lived with their grandparents.

I also love coming here because I want Jack to spend as much time as possible with his grandparents in their twilight years. Not only because it’s beautiful being part of his family, or that I feel I have a kindred spirit in his grandfather—and our similar lives, but I truly feel like I’m loved here.

His grandfather has become like a father figure to me; even trying to find my biological dad. Though I’m accepting that’s a lost cause. It seems he’s disappeared off the face of the Earth. But since I joined this family, I don’t mope about that anymore.

Because I feel blessed.

Once upon a time, apart from my friends, I had nothing... nobody—now I have everything. I feel loved.

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