Page 19 of Sweet Beloved

“Fuck,” he grits out, giving me the first slow thrust.

My eyes shut. Even though I just came, my clit is pressing against the pillow. It’s a slight pressure, but it’s building me back up as he pushes all the way in and grinds lightly. His hot breath spills over my neck. With my hair in his fist, he draws my head to the side, exposing my neck. His teeth graze my shoulder, nipping me.

I yelp. I can’t help it.

His hand leaves my hair and clamps over my mouth. His other arm loops around my body, lifting me so he’s sitting on the bed and I’m in his lap, my back against his chest. His cock is still inside me, and he’s still fucking my ass with short strokes. His hand stays over my mouth, using it to keep me quiet and steady.

“That’s my girl,” he breathes into my ear. “You’re taking it so well, every inch for me.”

Pleasure throbs in my clit. I moan, and he starts fucking in earnest. My body is adjusted, and he’s sliding in and out with ease. We’re both panting, biting our tongues to keep quiet. My second orgasm of the night blossoms, flooding through my hips and making me clamp down on him.

He groans, body shuddering. “Take my cum in that perfect little ass, sweetheart. Take every drop.”

He punctuates his thrusts with each word, pushing his cum deep inside. We both go limp, although he props himself on his elbow so he doesn’t crush me.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Fuck, I love your orgasms. They’re so sweet.”

He pulls his cock from me and slaps my ass lightly. I roll to my back, laying in the warm euphoria of being with him. He catches his breath before disappearing into the bathroom, and I’m left thinking about how lucky I am that he showed up that day in the rainstorm. I didn’t know it then, but I know it now.

Our love isn’t conventional, but it’s so real.

I hear the shower run, and then he appears to carry me to it. We wash each other in silence, enjoying the post-sex glow. I trace every familiar line of his body, and he does the same to mine. He watches me, eyes heavy. We’re both exhausted from the day.

“Are you happy, sweetheart?” he asks.

I glance up, smiling. “With you? Of course.”

He shakes his head. “With your life changing.”

I think about it for a second. Then, the smile I give him feels confident.

“Yes,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around him and resting my chin on his chest. “I’m so happy.”

He strokes my wet hair, cradling my head in his palm. “And I’ll make sure it stays that way.”

CHAPTER NINE

DEACON

The next day while I’m in town, I stop by that same boutique I’ve been getting her things at for years. They know me by now. The woman behind the counter, Cheryl, gets up with a smile. She was here the first time I visited, nervous at seeing a tatted up rancher walk into her very proper boutique. Now, she’s my best consultant when it comes to picking out things for Freya.

“What’s it today?” she asks, pouring a cup of coffee and handing it across the counter.

“Thanks,” I say. “Listen, I got an unusual request.”

“Uh oh,” she quips.

“Freya’s going to be a business owner,” I say, leaning on the counter. “Tracy is handing over the café to her. I don’t know if she’s ready to announce, so better keep it under wraps, but I’d like to get her something. Maybe give her a little confidence.”

She smiles, cocking her head. “You know, I’d never have taken you for a wife guy when you walked into my shop way back when.”

“Can’t deny it.”

“Not that you’d dare to.”

I laugh as she heads into the back room. It takes a few minutes, and I can hear her rummaging in the safe. Then she reappears with a slim black box that fits into the palm of her hand. She flips it open, turns it around, and holds it out.

I pick it up, studying the contents. Inside sits a pair of little gold hoop earrings with inlaid diamonds all the way around. It wasn’t what I was expecting, but it makes sense. They’re beautiful but practical, and there’s an air of maturity about them.

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