Page 67 of Guarded Hearts

He pushed to his knees and, still connected, he yanked her body into his cock while applying pressure with his thumb to her clit. Painting it in her own juices.

Their bodies slapped in a symphony of passion. Their hearts beat as one.

When she saw the flash of his white teeth, she knew he was close to coming.

Her own body jerked with a will of its own—hard and fast. Taking them both to the ends of the earth where only they existed.

A wave of bliss struck and punched the air out of her lungs. She met his gaze and watched him come apart for her too, just as the first splash of cum hit her pussy.

A long, low growl from Carson lifted the hairs all over her body as he pounded hard and fast and deep.

“Yes! Yes, Carson. I love you!”

His rumble of pleasure vibrated through her. He churned his hips two more times, then three…and collapsed on top of her.

The thundering of her own heart mixed with his, heard beneath her ear where it pressed to his chest. His skin bore a light perspiration, and she flicked out her tongue to taste it.

He groaned. “How far did you get in those letters?”

Surprise rippled through her. “I’m finished with one full year.”

“You should stop now.”

She tipped her head to look at his face. He didn’t appear to be joking.

“I’m serious, Layne. You won’t get anything out of reading them. All you need to know is that I loved you and I never stopped.”

“But you took the time to write me all those letters. I want to honor that by reading every word.” She couldn’t help but worry that he was warning her. Of course she knew that the final letter would come with a break. She was already prepared for the pain reading it would bring. But she had to know how he felt, right up to the end.

“The letters won’t break us, Carson. But they’re a part of who we are. Our history is just as important as our future.”

“I’m marrying you.” His gruff tone made her breath hitch. The look in his deep gray eyes brought the salt of tears to hers.

“I’m marrying you right back. Nothing and nobody will stop that.” She wrapped her arms around him tightly, drawing him down on top of her.

Daring the universe—and anyone in it—to just try to tear her away from this man again.

Chapter Sixteen

When Carson opened the door of what served as the Black Heart Security office, the scent of black cherries smacked him in the face.

He closed the door to keep any of their conversation from echoing through the rest of the house and walked right over to his sister, seated behind two enormous monitors.

Her fingers stilled on the keyboard she was tapping away on. She looked up at him, lips twisted in an annoyed expression that usually was the precursor to her little fist serving up a blow when she was a kid.

“Can I help you?” Her words were draped in sass.

“It smells like pie in here.”

She pointed to a candle burning on the windowsill. “I had to dosomething. You guys come in from the barn smelling like horse.”

“You smell like horse more than the rest of us do.”

She tossed her head, long dark hair trailing over her stiff spine. “At first, but Iwash.”

He grunted and dragged a chair out from under the nearest desk, drawing it up to hers.

Willow lifted her fingers from the keys and sat back in her seat, giving him her full attention even though the look on her face told him she didn’t appreciate the interruption.

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