Page 114 of Stay for Me

God, fuck.

“You’re taking me,” I grunted, hand going to her hair, kissing her mouth. My tongue dove in as my cock filled her, our skin slapping together now. Our teeth scraped against each other, our lips fusing together as our tongues danced.

She pulled away, gasping. “You f—feel so good.”

“Yeah? I feel good?” I taunted darkly, my mouth finding her ear. “My cock feel good, Firefly?”

She shuddered, her walls starting to flutter.

Fuck, but she liked the filth coming from my tongue, didn’t she?

“Dreamed of this,” I reminded her gruffly, thrusting harder now, barely holding on to my sanity. “You underneath me, taking me like a good girl.”

“Yes! Oh, yes!” she cried, whimpering at the end.

“Fucked my hand thinking about this very moment, Diana,” I growled into her ear. “Groaned your name and only your name every fuckin’ night, right here in this bed, as my cum covered my stomach. Made a mess thinking about you, your curves, your hair, your lips, your kindness, your soul.” She cried out, and my eyes closed, feeling it. “My little light. My Diana. Hell, even in the bunkhouse, I fucked myself to the thought of you.”

“Mags!”

My name coming from her mouth would always be a treasure, but I needed her to scream it. I licked the shell of her ear before nipping it with my teeth. “You would always, without fail, come all over my cock right before I filled this sweet pussy, baby.”

She said nothing, her breath hitching.

“Make my dreams come true, Firefly,” I whispered, lifting my head again, brushing my lips against hers. “Come on my cock.”

My woman, in all her beauty, came apart on me.

I watched in awe as I lifted, holding her hips into the mattress, pounding into her now. Her tits bounced with the force of my thrusts, her slick coating my cock as I looked down, watching her take me. When I looked back up to her face, her eyes had rolled back, her neck arched, and she cried out a single sentence that, even when I was dead and buried, my soul would never forget.

I love you.

Therainwassteadyas the third storm of the day died down, the drops hitting my bedroom windows softly as Diana lay in my arms, her head on my chest, body against mine, her thigh on top of mine. Like the rain, her breathing was steady, calm. I could feel her heartbeat, her breasts pressed into me.

She’d been asleep for the last hour, her body spent along with mine.

Even though the morning had been a gift and my body was sated, feeling contentment for the first time in my adult life, my mind refused to shut down.

I looked down at her, finding her lips parted, face relaxed, her hair frizzy—a beautiful mess. The most beautiful one I’d ever seen. She was here, in my arms.This was real. I looked back to the ceiling, waiting for it to come as it always did on the mornings the ranch didn’t need me.

I waited for the pain, for the demons inside to show their ugly faces, daring me to face them instead of shoving them back down. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I slowly removed Diana’s arm from my stomach while sliding mine out from under head, quickly replacing it with a pillow.

The last thing I wanted to do was wake her—she needed her rest.

Once I was out of bed, I covered her up, watched her for a few moments, and then moved into my closet. I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, jeans, and a T-shirt and headed into the bathroom to dress. My eyes dropped to my hardwoods as I walked out, seeing the trail of rainwater she and I left only hours ago, the sight making my heart race.

Fuck, but she was finally mine, wasn’t she?

Minutes later, when the floor was dried and coffee was made, I headed out to the porch and took my usual seat. I sat in silence, sipping my coffee. When the cup was halfway empty, I pulled out my cell. With the phone to my ear, I listened patiently as it rang, and when my best friend’s voice filled my ear, a new, unfamiliar sense of guilt settled in the bottom of gut.

“Grayson,” he answered.

“Hey, Gray,” I greeted, balancing the coffee mug on my knee, watching the steam rise.

“What’s going on, Mags? You never call on a Saturday.”

“Got something to say,” I told him. “You busy?”

There was movement in the background, the familiar sound of a gun being loaded. “Nope,” he answered before addressing someone. “Dom, put the bomb down.”

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