Page 104 of The Love Losers

He doesn’t say anything, he just makes a sound like a growl and lifts me off my feet, my back pressed to the wall. I wrap my legs around him and he leans into me, his dick rubbing against me. He still has his shirt on, his pants pushed down, and it feels delightfully dirty to have pushed him to the edge like this. To have made this formerly proper gentleman feral with need.

Supporting me with his good hand, he wraps the other around my chin and tilts it up to him so our eyes meet. “I want you to be my wife,” he says. “No one else. You.”

Pleasure bursts inside of me and swallows me up, emotion thrumming just beneath my skin. No one’s ever wanted only me before, and for it to be him…

Then he lines up his dick and thrusts inside of me in one delicious push, and I nearly orgasm on the spot. He’s so big, so good, and the feeling of him inside of me is overwhelming in the best way possible. I’m being engulfed even as I’m engulfing him, my body wrapped around him. I feel like my soul is getting as much love as my body.

I wrap my legs tighter around him, bringing him in closer on his next thrust, and he buries his head into my neck, kissing me there, sucking. Probably leaving a mark I’ll have to explain away. Both of his hands are wrapped around my ass now, his injury be damned, and he pushes me closer with each stroke of his dick.

“I want you to be my wife,” he says into my ear.

“Yes,” I hiss. “Yes,” because right now it feels like it’s the only word left in my vocabulary. This whole thing is insane and impractical, and I don’t care. I want this. I want him.

He strokes into me again, his eyes on me and then leans in and kisses me, and it’s then, with his tongue inside of my mouth and his dick bottoming out, so deep inside of me, that I feel myself going over the edge. My whole body spasms around him, and I can feel him coming too as he pushes in with a final stroke, his hands tightening around my ass.

“Oh my God,” I say as he buries his head into my shoulder again. He’s still inside of me, and I don’t want him to leave.I don’t want him to leave.

But a second later he’s pulling out. And then he sets me on my shaky feet and leans down to press a kiss to my mouth. “You’re a miracle.”

I feel a strange press of neediness. Of wanting to hear him say that he loves me. That he doesn’t only want to marry me because he has to get married and he’d like to keep fucking me.

He smooths my hair with his fingertips, totally unselfconscious of his dishevelment. And I also want to tell him that he should stay. That we’ll figure out what to say to everyone in the morning, and maybe Declan won’t even be all that upset. After all, my brothers want me to be happy.

But Anthony kisses me forehead and then says, “We can’t be seen together right now. We need to let this person think they’ve won, Rosie. If they don’t think we’re together, they’ll leave you alone.”

“For how long?” I ask, my heart and my body very much disliking the thought. He’s right, though. Whoever this person is, they’re playing games with us, and you can’t win a game if you refuse to play.

“I don’t know,” he says, sounding frustrated.

“We’re meeting Nina and Wilson at the Peanut Bar. Together. That’s non-negotiable.”

“I think they want to meet up on Thursday now.”

“Oh, good. So we won’t miss Thirsty Thursday.”

He grins. “Dom got to you too, huh?” Then his smile slips. “I’m going to be the one who deals with Nina,” he adds, his tone stubborn. But I’m stubborn as hell too, and he’d better realize that now.

“You think you’re the only person who wants a piece of her?”

His lips twitch, but he says, “I’m not going to let her or anyone else hurt you.”

“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page. Because I’m not going to let that bitch hurt you anymore either. It’s not happening.”

His smile spreads and he runs his fingers down my cheek. “You sound like my mother.”

“I’m going to assume you mean that as a compliment.”

“I do. She and I had a talk. I spoke with my sister too. She came home for Christmas.”

I feel a tug of longing for Seamus, alone in that shitty bar. “I want to hear all about it.”

“I—”

Suddenly, a very loud horn blows into the night air—once, twice.

Anthony swears under his breath. “I’ve got to go. That’s my ride.”

“I need much more information about this.”

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