Page 48 of The Forever Game

“I’ve got to have you, baby,” he murmurs between kisses. “Let me take you right here.”

I pull away from him, spreading my legs and giving him easy access to my body. His cock is rigid, standing at attention, and I watch it with a grin, scraping my teeth across my bottom lip as he parts my folds and lines himself up.

His head hits my wet core, and I grip his shoulders, silently urging him deeper.

He reads my mind and gives me a deep, strong thrust that has me moaning all over again.

I love this man. I love him inside me.

My eyes pop open and I spot my ring, glistening against his skin as he thrusts once more.

I love his ring on my finger.

I love my ring on his.

Lying back, I lift my legs, and he places them against his shoulders. His soft fingers wrap around my ankles as he plunges again.

His groan overrides the classical music sweeping over us, and I tune in to it, becoming acutely aware of every sound our bodies make together—the rhythmic beat of our coupling, the whimper that stirs in his throat, that guttural groan that rips out of mine when he pushes my legs forward and changes the angle.

He slows his pace for a moment, shortening his thrusts so he can work my G-spot and send my body into another frenzy.

My moans escalate, my chest heaving as I bite my bottom lip and tip my head back.

Spreading my arms wide, I grip the edge of the table when he plunges deep again, then goes a little harder, a little faster, until I’m consumed by him.

His fingers dig into my ass and he practically pulls me off the table, hips pumping like a piston as he speeds toward his orgasm.

“Oh fuck. Fuck.” He breathes the words, his body convulsing before he lets out a strangled cry and jerks inside me, then plunges to his hilt. Snatching my ankles, he squeezes them and thrusts a few more times.

I can feel him going off, his seed spurting into me as I cling to the table and ride out this wild storm of pleasure.

He’s always been able to make me breathless. To send me over the edge. And once again, he’s won first prize.

Or maybe I have.

Because surely marrying this man makes me the ultimate winner in all things.

CHAPTER17

LIAM

My shift has less than an hour to go. The rain has been falling steadily all day, and I’m definitely ready to finish up and go see my woman. She’ll be at the wedding rehearsal now. I wanted to go with her, but in order to get tomorrow off, I had to work today. I’ll catch her at the rehearsal dinner tonight, but I’m looking forward to that. It’s been such a long time coming, and they’ve had so many things get in their way, but tomorrow… it’s happening. I’ve never seen Baxter more determined about anything.

Rachel’s been working her ass off preparing food and helping Lani and Asher set up the grove with fairy lights and picnic tables. It’s been good for her. It’s helped to distract her from the torture of waiting to hear from the adoption agency again.

I was so gutted when the last one fell through. I couldn’t really show it, because Rachel was struggling so much and needed me to be strong, but it was like a punch to the heart. I thought I was finally going to be a dad, but yet again, it wasn’t happening.

Sometimes I worry that the universe doesn’t want me to be a father. It’s not like I had a very good one—no decent example to follow—and I’m still a little terrified that I might turn out like him, which is why I don’t drink alcohol.

But I don’t want that hurting Rachel. She would be the best mother—so loving, sweet, and kind. She deserves to have a baby, and I hate that our bodies won’t let us do that. When the IVF didn’t work, it was gut-wrenching, after the amount of money we poured into it. I still owe Mikayla’s dad, but he keeps telling me there’s no rush.

“It’s an interest-free loan to pay back in your own time. Please don’t stress yourself out about it.”

We’re currently paying him back a thousand dollars a month, and it’s going to take forever at this rate. Thank God that adoption grant came through. Even with that, we’ve all but emptied our savings account to make this happen. So… it needs to fucking happen.

Holding my sigh in check, I glance at my partner, sitting in the driver’s seat and texting who knows. We’re parked across the road from the college, watching summer students dash through the rain.

I’m working with Dan today, and he’s always after low-key shifts, so we’ll often park in places like this and while away the hours waiting for a call. Rain can sometimes bring out the worst in people, but all we’ve had to deal with today is a shoplifter at the drugstore and a neighborly dispute over a barking dog.

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