Page 56 of Something Borrowed

My legs shake, and he grabs my ankle and lifts it above his shoulder, folding me so that he can push deeper into me.

It is my final undoing.

My pussy clamps tightly over his cock and I come all over him.

He explodes inside me with a low growl and a hard thrust, closing his eyes for a moment and breathing heavily.

Red lies down on top of me, his head resting on the pillow next to mine. Then he rolls and pulls me with him, onto his chest.

Neither of us speaks.

Our breathing is synchronized. I am at peace here with him in this moment and for the life of me I can’t figure out why we’ve been fighting the entire time.

I sigh softly, wanting to share my heart with him but knowing that the moment I open my mouth I’m going to say the wrong thing and we’ll end up in another argument.

He strokes his hand down the back of my head, his fingers brushing through my hair.

He sighs as well.

How can it be that we are feeling the same things but unable to express them to each other?

We are so alike in so many ways it’s confusing.

“My love.” He whispers.

“Mm?”

He takes a deep breath, choosing his words carefully as I would want to choose mine.

“This whole situation is not ideal. It’s not the most perfect way we could have started our journey together - the marriage - it - um - it scares me too. But it’s only a small part of everything else. The most important thing - and maybe the only things that matters in all of this - is that I want to be with you, Verity. I can’t lose you. It all happened so fast. I fell hard. My heart never wants to let you go. That’s what matters.”

I listen. Not interrupting or telling him he’s wrong for a change.

I just wait, taking in his words and then thinking them through to understand them.

He continues to stroke his fingers through my hair while I lie with my head on his chest.

I soak in his scent, his warmth, his energy.

Finally, when he might be close to thinking I will never reply, I prop myself up with my chin resting on fingers.

“We’ve been idiots.” I smile softly.

He grins.

“We have been idiots.” He nods.

“I want to be with your too, Red. I got freaked out about the whole being married thing. I focused on it too much and didn’t step back and look at the complete picture. Or I did - but I was too angry to accept it. I understand why you married me. And it makes sense.”

I see the half smirk creeping onto his lips.

I shake my head at him. “If youdaresay ‘I told you so’ you are going to be in so much trouble.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He chuckles, still fighting to hide the giant smirk or triumph.

Wiggle closer to his face I press my lips against his, then whisper “Can we start over? Pretend like you are just bringing me home for the first time?”

Out of nowhere he sits up, with his arms wrapped around me he lifts me right off the sofa and carries me to the front door. He pulls the handle down and kicks it open then steps out onto the front step.

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