Page 49 of Strider's Misstep

She cups her hands around my cheeks, looks into my eyes, and says, “Guess I better agree to be your old lady if it turns out we’re going to have a kid.”

Resisting the urge to fist pump the air, I press my advantage. “And my wife.”

She punches my arm. “Better up your game, Colt, if that’s your idea of a proposal.”

Chuckling, I respond, “Don’t worry, I’ve got ideas on exactly how to do it right. Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to be embarrassed if you turned me down.”

She turns and looks at me sleepily. “With a cock like yours, I’d be an idiot.”

“You like my cock?”

“Fucking love your cock.”

Said item has roused itself back to life again. With a raised eyebrow, I query her. Her answering expression shows her thoughts match mine. Not much point using potentially defective condoms. I fuck her bare, and hell, if I already thought she was the best, I’ve now reason to rethink again.

After another points-winning session, we fall asleep, arms around each other. I never slept as well as when she’s in my bed, and tonight’s no different. When I wake in the small hours, I can’t help pushing my ready cock against her soft ass. The action wakes her, and we pleasure each other again. I can’t think of anything better than coming inside her. No other woman, including my wife, has made me feel so good, so satisfied.

Thank fuck I found her, and before Barclay was able to take her completely out of my life. I just wish I’d been there and able to make him suffer.

My Jasmine’s a survivor.

Morning comes, and I’ve lain awake for a while beside her with one question on my mind.

When she finally wakes, stretches, and looks at me with that beautiful smile, I ask, “What do you want me to call you?” When her eyebrows rise, I explain, “I’ve always known you as Jasmine, yet your real name is Katrina. Do you want to revert to that?”

She lengthens her arms over her head, then pulls them back down to her sides. Her brow furrows, and she doesn’t immediately answer.

“No pressure. You don’t have to decide now.”

“I’ll need to be Katrina,” she muses, “to get my father’s legacy. Not that I want it, but maybe there’s some good I can do with it. But Katrina is in my past. I rather like the Jasmine I am now. It’s the life I chose for myself.”

For some reason, that pleases me. “I love Jasmine. I love you, Jasmine. Kind of don’t like thinking of you as anyone else.”

“I remade myself when I left Barclay,” she says firmly. “And I don’t ever want to go back.”

“You’ll never have to. I meant it when I said you were mine. You’ve got a family now.”

“Wretched Soulz?”

Chuckling softly, I reply, “The brothers knew you were mine even before I did.”

Biting her lip, she tells me, “I’m sorry I ran.”

“I’m fuckin’ sorry I only read half the book. If I’d gotten to the end, I’d never have let you go.”

“Oh, Colt.” I notice my real name comes to her lips more easily now. “I shouldn’t have told my own story.”

“If you hadn’t, where would you be now?” I contradict. “If you hadn’t given us the clues, we’d never have come looking for you.”

I hate the full-body shudder she gives. I hate the look in her eyes that shows she’s imagining how differently things could have turned out. So, I take her mind off it. Placing her hand on my cock, I show her what I want. When I slide my arms under her body, positioning her on her hands and knees, she doesn’t object. When I slide inside her, she gasps.

“More, Colt. More.”

Last night was amazing. This morning tops that. Christ, I don’t know how I’ll survive the intensity of my orgasms with her. It’s as if now I’ve admitted my feelings for her, I can’t hold anything back.

Again I see stars and I don’t regret it.

We doze for a while, then are disturbed by a knock on my door.

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