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“Just hurry,” is her unsteady reply as I rush to grab the foil packet from my duffle bag.

Once I’m covered, my hand wraps around her hip and I sink inside her, groaning at the feel of her hugging my cock. “So good. So perfect. Fuck, I missed this.”

“Yes. Give me every inch of you.”

That’s not a request I plan to deny. “Baby, I’m going to need you to help me get you there so I can flip you over and make love to you.”

“Teamwork makes the dream w-work.” The joke is muffled by the way her face is pressed to the mattress as her fingertips brush against where we are rooted together. With her hand working between her legs, it only takes a few deep thrusts before the telltale sign of her release starts. Red lips part on a moan and her legs tremble, struggling to hold her position.

When I’ve rung every drop of pleasure from her, I pull out, easing her on to her back and peeling the jersey off her sticky body.

“You’re too far away.” Grabby hands reach out for me as I toss her jersey to the side.

“I want to see you wearing nothing but my ring. Take the bra off,” I tell her, pushing the strap down her shoulder.

Her fingers work the clasp, and her breasts spill free, giving me exactly what I wanted. Her palms flatten against the white sheets and she pushes herself up to sitting. “I think I’ve let you be bossy for long enough. Come sit against the headboard and hold me while I make love to my husband.”

Just like that, she flips our dynamic and I’m crawling up the bed to her. Which tracks because I’d crawl over broken glass for this woman. Although I’d much prefer our current situation with her naked nipples pebbled, ready to straddle my lap and ride me while I tell her how much I love her. “Never going to say no to that.”

Finding her hips, my hands coast over them, wrapping around her to hold her close, like she asked, while she sinks down on my length.

“Always so perfect,” Indie sputters as she stretches around me, taking me slowly.

With each shallow thrust, she takes more of me and her perky tits bounce in my face, taunting me. Drawing closer I pull one peeked tip in my mouth, sucking. That only makes Indie throw her head back, arching into me, pressing closer.

Releasing her from my mouth, I kiss across her chest to the other side, my lips pressing against her wildly beating heart. “You own every piece of me. I love you, Indie.”

Her arms that are braced on my shoulders move so her fingers are in my hair, angling my head up so I’m looking into her adoring eyes. “And my heart only beats for you.”

To most people, our marriage probably seems rushed, but I’ve been waiting to hear those words from this woman for the last year. And there was a time when I didn’t think she would ever say them, when I thought her fear would win. Every time she says them I cherish them, the same way I cherish what we have, a love like I always wanted, but uniquely ours. One that will stand the test of time because we balance each other out. There’s a mutual trust between us because we both understand what the other needs. Most importantly, we would both burn down the world for each other.

She rides me slowly and her brown eyes disappear behind dark lashes as her lids flutter shut. “Need more.”

“Your wish is my command.” I bend my knees behind her, urging her closer as I grip her waist and thrust up into her, bringing her down hard. Each punch of my hips drives her higher.

Pain bites into my scalp as she tugs at my hair and seals her lips over mine, kissing me with the same urgency of my frantic rhythm. Her body goes stiff in my arms, every muscle straining when her release comes. I give up my fight, letting go when she collapses against me, both of us covered in a sheen of sweat.

Chapter 48

Indie

Hot sand burns my bare feet, the tiny grains slipping under my toes as I tiptoe down the beach. The sun and sand have nothing on my scorching hot husband. Miles of carved muscles and tanned skin are wrapped in tight spandex the color of the ocean. It only makes me more grateful for our quickie wedding because this man is a catch and he’s without a doubt mine.

Thank god he booked us a house with a private beach because I’ve grown very attached and I’m not interested in sharing him with anyone else this week. After the Bandits got knocked out of the postseason, another round of hormones and a second successful egg retrieval procedure, we deserve this break just the two of us before my surgery later this month.

Even with what’s looming ahead of us, I’ve never been happier, freer, or more at peace. And it has everything to do with the ridiculous man snoozing on a Ronnie print towel next to me. He helped me let go of my past and made me stop running from my fear. It’s the greatest gift anyone has ever given me, a future worth fighting for.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” I whisper, rolling the ice cold bottle of water over his shoulders. “Your wife is ready for an adventure and she’d hate to go without you.”

“Mhmm. I’m supposed to be relaxing. It’s the off season.”

“One little bike ride won’t hurt you,” I say, joining him on his towel when he rolls to the side.

“How about I just take you back to bed and worship this body instead?” His fingers glide under the string of my bikini tracing the curve of my hip.

“Tempting, but we have plenty of time for that and only a short window with bike rentals. Now, let’s go.”

“You’re right. I can’t have you facing off against those flying squirrels yourself. I know all about the trouble you like to get into on your own.”

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