Page 103 of The Oath We Take

We both watch where we’re joined as Atom’s hips thrust and withdraw. He grips my hips, attempting to tug them into the air a little as he nudges my feet up onto his shoulders.

“Atom,” I squeal as my hands grab for the edge of the tub. We’re slippery. It’s hard to stay in position. His body stops me from sliding beneath the water.

“Does it feel good when you take my cock like this?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say on a breath. “You feel so thick and deep like this. Almost too good.”

Atom smiles at that. “I’ll work real fucking hard to make sure it always feels this way, sweetheart.”

He falls forward, placing his palms either side of my head. My legs open wide and fall down into the tub.

“Em.”

“Yes?”

“Will you make life right beside me? Will you build a family with me? Will you love me as hard and as much as I love you for the rest of our lives? Even through the difficult days? Will you be my old lady?”

I was debating teasing him some more until I heard his words. “Yes. I can’t think of a better life than loving you hard and doing all those things with you for the rest of our lives.”

Atom grins, and I can’t help but smile. “Best fucking news.”

“I’m keeping the bar.” I don’t know why I choose to blurt this now, but I don’t want any confusion. “I make my own money.”

He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “I know. And I’m sure it means on nights when you work later, we’ll sleep at the apartment above the bar. Or I’ll come get you and take you for a ride on the back of my bike and drive you to here. And on those rare days off, when we need to get away from it all, we’ll ride out to the cabin. We’ll make it work, because that’s what we do.”

“You’re aware we’re currently mid-coitus,” I say.

Atom kisses me again. “Making sure terms are clear, since you told me you’re keeping the bar. Just following your lead, sweetheart.”

I laugh at that and feel his cock move inside me. “Fuck me, Hudson.”

He pouts like a child. “It’s wasted swimmers, babe.”

“It’ll be a missed opportunity for orgasm if you don’t get on with it.”

He growls like a grizzly and begins to nuzzle my neck.

“Atom,” I squeal.

His thrusts pick up pace, but so does his playfulness. And the feeling grows that I can be his distraction. The thing that takes him from his worries as an enforcer, and his responsibilities at the ranch. If I can make him forget everything happening outside the door to our home, if I can bring him the peace he seeks, he’ll be stronger when he walks out of it.

I thread my fingers into his hair. Holding his lips to mine as his hands stroke the curves of my body, stopping to tickle my waist and grip my hips.

If happiness could be defined in one word, it would beAtom.

He shows the rest of the world such a stern exterior, but I get this cinnamon roll of a bear.

“You make me really happy,” I say when our eyes meet.

“Same, Em. Same.”

His thick cock strokes every part it’s meant to, and my orgasm builds. “Please, Hudson.”

He slips his hand between us and…

“Oh, God.”

I can’t even begin to explain what he does. Circling my clit, then spreading his fingers such that they squeeze my lips up against his cock.

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