Page 88 of Bourbon and Proof

Making my husband moan and feel good is powerful. I may be on my knees and submitting to him, but I have never felt more in control. I dig my fingers into his thighs, trying to keep measured sanity as my core clenches around nothing. But as I ease up and drag my tongue along his length, whatever calm Ace had settled into breaks away. Suddenly, he puts the bottle down, and then guides me up from the floor, pulling me with him as he sits back and captures my lips in a messy, urgent kiss.

I straddle his lap eagerly, kneeling above his cock as it points up at my pussy. He licks the pad of his thumb, then rubs it over my clit. I let out a gasp at the pressure, so sensitive and ready for him. With a smirk, he drapes his arms along the side and back of the plush couch, and says, “Let me see you ride your husband.”

Within the next second, I sink down onto him, his cock filling me so fucking well that I cry out. The stretch is as punishing as it is pleasuresome. Rolling my hips, I hold him deep, my body pulsing around him. I keep the same rhythm with only one plan in mind: making him come. And to do it soon, because I’m going to unravel.

“That’s it,” he groans, tilting his head back. “Just like that.”

His hand moves between my breasts, pulling the material down so that the lace swipes across my nipples. It feels like sensory overload. I’m breathing heavily, practically panting. “Look at me,” I hear him say as he palms my breasts, leaving a path of kisses all over as he leans forward. I roll my hips again, grinding down, and this time, his cock hits a spot that has my walls crumbling. I’m lost in how fucking good we feel together.

“Look,” he pants, just as on the edge. “Look at me, Hadley.”

When I open my eyes, I lock onto his as he pulls my body forward. His hips roll with mine, and the change in pressure has me begging. “Please,” I rush out as his upward thrusts become unrelenting. “I can’t...”

Holding my body to his, he kisses me, his tongue swooping into my mouth as I whimper. When he pulls his lips back, he grits his teeth and says, “I’m going to come. Are you ready?”

I can’t find words, only nodding.

“Good,” he says with a strained voice. “Now let me hear you scream for me.”

Pulling me down on his lap, he somehow anchors his cock deeper, and as I roll my hips, he moans, “Come.”

It doesn’t take anything more than that. My body is overcome with a rushed wave of energy, causing my limbs to convulse as my hands grip onto him for purchase. A darkness that danced along my vision rears forward before stars take its place, and the only sounds are my throaty groan of relief and the moaning of a well-fucked man.

With my body draped on him, his cock still inside me as we come down from our high, he mumbles a word that feels even more true now than it ever has before. “Mine.”

I smile, eyes closed as I kiss his neck and agree. “Mine.”

Chapter 35

Ace

I feelaround in my suitcase for what Julian left for me. It’s a small black velvet drawstring pouch that holds a ring that I never expected to have made, never mind give.

Morning light filters in through the sheer linen curtains. The cool breeze of a Colorado morning forced Hadley to burrow into the bed deeper as soon as I snuck out of it. I could barely make out her shape beneath the plush covers. It’s a lump and wild brunette curls that drape over the pillows.

Once I find what I’m looking for, I bring the tray of coffees and croissants from the bakery in the hotel lobby toward the bed.

“Please tell me you have breakfast and that I’m not just dreaming about coffee right now,” she says in a raspy morning voice. When she surfaces, her face is flushed and sleepy. Wisps of hair block her eyes, and even like this, under the covers first thing in the morning, I feel so many things for her. Lust, attraction, love, want, and the need to be whatever she needs.

It feels like the right time. On a day when she can be carefree, away from our life at home—between running a business and dealing with the chaos we started, now is more than the right time to ask for the right reasons.

“We’re not at my place, so I couldn’t find a clementine, but I have iced coffee—splash of cream and a squeeze of honey. And some water.” I glance at her sitting up, looking like a perfectly worked-over woman.My woman.“Why are you looking at me like that?”

She smiles wider and sing-songs, “You are so obsessed with me.”

I lean over the bed to get closer to her lips and say softly, “You’re catching on.” When I steal a quick kiss, she smiles.

She rips off a piece of croissant and shoves it in her mouth with a hum. “Breakfast-in-bed delivery from my sexy-ass husband? Best. Honeymoon. Ever.”

I pull off my Foxx Bourbon T-shirt and toe off my shoes to join her, opening my mouth for her to give me a bite of the flakey croissant. She’s right; it’s the kind of morning that gets stored away and taken out when life feels complicated again. Sitting here with her, watching crumbs from her breakfast stick to her lips and the way she closes her eyes when she sips her coffee, is the kind of easy I never realized I could have. I feel around in my pocket, knowing without a doubt that there isn’t a more perfect time for this.

As I lean back against the headboard, giving her a place to rest up against, she traces the cursive lines along my torso and whispers, “The Bourbon Boys.” She offers me another bite, and then, with a mouthful, asks, “It seems like something I should already know the answer to, but did you always want to make bourbon?”

“I thought I had a choice.” I smile to myself. “So I thought I would want to choose something that wasn’t what everyone in my family said I was supposed to do.”

“But you seem to love it. You’ve always seemed like you love what you do here.”

I nod, agreeing with her. “It became my choice. Bourbon, and proof that if I made enough things right, I might find the kind of life my parents had. Full, hard, happy, and brimming with so much love that everyone who knew them felt it.”

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