Page 128 of Commit

“Like I said, it’s been too long.” His hand slips between my legs, and he strokes my clit. “You wet for me, little bird?”

“Always.”

“Good girl. Now I want you to pull my cock out and take me deep inside you.”

I move a little and position him so he presses against me. I, oh so slowly, lower myself until my ass rests on his thighs.

“That’s it, just like that. You look so pretty stuffed full of my cock.”

“Mmm…” I lick my lips as his hands move to cup my bare ass.

“Ride me, Birdie. Make me come.”

I hold on to his shoulders for balance and fuck him slowly, building us both up until I’m mindless with need. He uses his hands to guide me, helping me to pick up the pace as his fingers dig into my skin.

“Fuck, I love you,” he growls before he steals my words and my breath with a kiss that leaves me a sobbing mess.

He doesn’t say he loves me often. He’s not that guy. But that doesn’t mean I don’t see it or feel it. He worships me to the point of obsession. Logically, I know it’s not normal. He’s a wild, untamable, and dangerous man who could cause me as much pain as he does pleasure. But my masochistic heart doesn’t care. I’ll face the good, the bad, and the downright terrifying to be with him.

His hand plays with my clit again, stroking it roughly as I feel that wild magic of ours rush through my veins. When it hits, I throw my head back and scream his name, feeling him come deep inside me as we both explode.

We take a moment to catch our breath, his arms wrapped around me as the wind catches the tree and rains blossoms down around us like confetti.

“I love you.” I pull back so he can see my face.

I don’t say it much either, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel it with every breath. I don’t shout about it to the world because it’s mine, and I don’t want to share it with anyone but him. I don’t need people sticking their noses in and forcing their opinions on us.

Despite what Hudson thinks, he can’t go around beating up everyone who disagrees with us being together. The people who matter don’t care, and those who have a problem don’t matter to us.

His arms tighten around me, but I break the moment with a sigh. “We need to get cleaned up before everyone gets here.”

“I want you to wear my cum while Abbot’s here.”

“I’m not walking around with your cum running down my legs. Besides, he’s going to have his boyfriend with him.”

“I don’t fucking care.”

With a curse, I pull away and lie back, spreading my legs wide. “I tell you what. You rub it in so it doesn’t end up filling my shoes, and I’ll wait to shower until later. Deal?”

His look turns smoldering. “Deal.”

“I can’t believe you’re in love with the guy who kicked your ass,” I tease Abbot as he sits beside me on the top step of the deck.

We watch Lewis and Hayden chase a laughing Iris around the backyard under Atlas’s watchful eye.

“People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.”

I nudge him with my elbow. He looks at me and smiles, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and resting his head against mine.

I see Hudson stop in the middle of his conversation with Kenzo, who has his little boy asleep on his shoulder. Hudson glares at Abbot, but he stays where he is.

“You love pissing him off, don’t you?”

“The perks of being your best friend.”

“I won’t tell Hayden you said that.”

“He knows it’s you. It’s always been you.”

---