Page 109 of Vengeful Vows

In fact, I love the sting of it, want it to burn later while I’m in the shower, so that I’m always thinking of her.

“I love you,” I tell her, panting against her ear, taking her earlobe into my mouth.

“I love you too,” she says, her voice pitching up into a moan when I slide my hands up her back and let her bounce on top of me, rocking her hips desperately for friction.

“Make yourself come, princess.”

She mewls out a moan, rolling her hips faster and faster.

I grit my teeth, my balls aching, to keep from spilling into her.

I want this to last all night, want to be inside of her as much as I possibly can be, but when she starts to pulse around me, breathing out my name over and over in a chant, I can’t hold back.

I flip her onto her back, making love to her slowly and steadily, kissing along her neck, her chin, her mouth.

I capture her tongue with my mouth, sucking on it, and she moans against my lips.

“I’m going to come again,” she gasps, and I grin, fucking her in longer strokes as she starts to clench around me.

“I wish I could do this forever,” I groan, knowing that my orgasm is approaching, and when I come, I stiffen, leaning down to kiss her deeply.

I nip at her lip as I pull away, plopping down next to her, and she puts her head on my chest, just like always.

I smile, playing idly with her auburn curls.

“I can barely believe it,” she says after a long moment when we’ve both come down.

“Believe what?”

“That you love me back.” She lifts her head to smile at me. “I was going crazy. I thought I was alone in all of this.”

“I thought the same thing,” I admit. “I thought I was the crazy one, and you still hated me.”

“I only hated you when I didn’t know you.” Bree nuzzles against my neck. “I fell in love with you as I got to know you.”

“Same here.” I hum, smiling, closing my eyes, the sheets tangled all around us.

I don’t want to leave here. I don’t want to separate from her after this night, especially when I know it can come crashing down on top of me.

I think I know, deep down, that she sent a message to her father. I’m pretty sure that it’s the only way they could have known what day we’d be out and about. Now that Jimmy has been cleared...

I was hoping that tonight, she would come clean. I thought maybe she’d tell me, and that would go a long way to me forgiving her.

But instead, she told me that she loves me. That’s so much better.

Bree drifts off with me playing with her hair, her breathing low and even.

I want to stay here, wish I could drift off with her, but I’m not sure I can sleep tonight at all.

I slowly extricate myself from Bree’s arms and legs, and she whimpers but doesn’t wake, cuddling my pillow instead.

My heart clenches in my chest.

She’s so sweet and beautiful. How could she have betrayed me? I don’t even want to think about it.

Instead, I decide to clean up the mess in the room, taking the dishes downstairs.

Marisol and my father aren’t in the dining room or the kitchen, so I guess Bree scared them off. I really do hope they’re able to start something. They both deserve happiness, and my mother would have wanted my da to have it.

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