Page 94 of Where We Bloom

“But Mom hates the snow,” Blake reminds him. “It’s not good for her arthritis, and it still snows here.”

“We can take a long vacation in the winter afterChristmas,” Brandon replies. “Our minds are made up. It’s the right thing to do.”

“This is great,” Bridger says. “Lots of amazing news today.”

“Did you really bring our parents here because Billie cried?” Blake asks me.

“Aye. I don’t like seeing her cry.”

“She doesn’t. Not often, anyway,” Brooks replies. “That mean you’re sticking around?”

“Aye,” I say again, nodding as I lean back against the railing. “I’m sticking around.”

“Good.” Beckett passes me another beer. “Your sister’s thrilled, you know.”

“God forbid Skyla not be thrilled.”

Beckett grins. “Exactly.”

“Oh God, not again. I can’t do it again.”

She’s spread out for me, gloriously naked and writhing on the bedsheets, her head tossing back and forth as another orgasm builds. Her pussy quivers around my soaked fingers, her clit pulses against my tongue, and she’s so bloody beautiful.

“Yes, you can. Breathe, baby.”

“Can’t,” she whimpers as her hands fist in my hair, and every muscle tenses as her pussy pulls my fingersfarther inside her. Her climax is spectacular, and my girl cries out. “Connor!”

Before she can come down from that high, I cover her, nestle myself between her thighs, and push inside her, making us both groan.

“That’s right, angel,” I growl as I start to move. “Say my name.”

“Connor.” It’s a whimper this time.

“Fuck, you’re incredible.” I can’t go slow and easy. I’m pounding into her, one hand holding hers over her head, the other gripping her arse, pulling her to me. “It’s never bloody enough.”

Her teeth latch on to my shoulder, but I revel in the pain of it and push harder. Faster.

“You’re mine,” I growl against her ear. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Her voice breaks around the word, and she’s holding on to me for dear life.

“Say it.”

“Yours.” She swallows hard and cups my face. “Look at me.”

My eyes find hers, and she lifts to cover my lips in a sweet kiss.

“Only yours.”

The climax is swift and feels like a nuclear bomb detonating in my soul. I roar as I grind against her, spilling inside her, and then I can’t help but pull out and fist my dick and come all over her.

Marking her.

Fuckingmine.

I’ve never wanted to claim someone the way I do Billie.Never.But the mere thought of another man touching her, thinking of her like this, makes me feel unhinged.

“Connor.” She’s running her fingers up and down my arms, her legs wrapped around my hips, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that this is exactly where I want to be for the rest of my life. “Baby, are you okay?”

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