Page 31 of You're To Blame 2

She threw her head back in laughter. “I guess I was.”

I lifted her up into my arms.

She peered into my eyes. “You are all mine, Tate.”

“You better believe that, baby.”

I swept my lips across hers. Chelsea massaged my head.

She smiled against my lips. “It’s really you.”

My brows rustled together. “What?”

“I thought I was kissing you on Halloween. The moment I ran my fingers through your hair, I felt the raised scar. That’s when I confirmed Mason was alive.”

I will handle my brother.

“I know it's you because the faint mustache too.” She smirked.

“Carry on, baby. I know another way to ensure you it’s me.”

“And how’s that?” She pulled her lower lip into her mouth.

“Making love to you like only I can.”

I slipped my fingers within her slick folds as our tongues tangled.

Our lips unlocked. Chelsea’s back fell against the cold wall. Her fingers caressed my face. I slid two fingers inside her tight walls. I leaned down, twirling my tongue around her pink pebbled nipple.

“Tate, fuck me,” my greedy princess begged.

I ignored her and sucked her other nipple. I licked the underside of her breast as I lined my cock up with her pussy.For weeks, I dreamed about being in between these soft legs.I planted soft kisses along the bruises circling her neck. Her anchored legs shivered around my waist. Her sobbing drew my eyes to her face.

“Chelsea, it’s all right now.”

She shook her head, telling me she agreed, but I didn’t buy it. The ordeal that occurred over the last several weeks would hang in the air like dirty socks for months to come. She almost married my brother for Pete’s Sake. How could she turn a blind eye to all that happened recently? I knew I couldn’t either. At that moment, we needed to get lost in each other.

Clutching her thighs, I slid inch by pleasurable inch inside her warmth. A place I knew as home.

“Oh, Tate, I missed us being together as one.”

What she said registered, but I was comatose with each long thrust.

“Fuck...baby.” My eyes hooded. I was a babbling fool for her.

I felt her smile against my eyelids.

She knew she had my nose wide open. Only she could ever have this effect on me. Chelsea was always mine.

“Tate, oh, don’t stop.” She gripped my neck for dear life. Her hair cascaded around us.

“Kiss me, Chelse.”

“I-I can’t.”

Squeezing her ass, I circled inside her walls.

“Yes,” she screamed. Her legs slipped from my waist. I caught her shaky legs in my hands, keeping her steady. I captured her lips as I stilled inside her, releasing every ounce of come I had to give.

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