Page 113 of The One for Me
Her legs open, and I sink into her heat.
We stay connected, eyes, hearts, and I swear, she owns my soul. Gone is the frantic fight we just had, and I move in a steady rhythm, not wanting this connection to break. Right here, she’s mine as much as I am hers. Our secrets are bared, and I want her to know I will do anything she needs.
I’ll fight.
I’ll surrender.
I’ll do anything other than lose her.
“I can’t lose you,” she says as tears fill her beautiful eyes.
“You won’t.”
Her hand grazes the stubble on my cheek. “I love you so much, Sean.”
I close my eyes and push deeper. Needing her to feel me, feel how much we are a part of each other. “You’re not going to lose me.” I will the words to be true.
She lifts her head, kissing me softly, and that one touch is too much. I can’t hold back. All of my control is gone, and I come harder than I ever have before.
For long minutes after, we lie in a tangle, panting but holding each other close.
This is the first Christmas in ten years that I don’t feel apathetic about the holiday. I spent the last two weeks getting gifts, paying my sister-in-law to wrap them, and working to make this holiday perfect for Austin and Devney.
I really hope she loves what I got them.
“Let’s go make sure everything is ready,” Devney says as she starts to get up.
I follow her, tossing on my shorts and grabbing her ass as she walks past me in her robe.
We get to the living room, and she gasps. “Sean, you did this?”
When she had gone to bed last night, the tree was decorated minimally from our attempts the other night, and while we had tried to make the living room look a bit more festive, there wasn’t much we could do with what we had.
So, I recruited some people to pitch in.
I tuck her into my side, looking at the Winter Wonderland in front of us. “I had help.”
Now, the living room is filled with decorations. Stockings are hung in front of the fireplace, there are lights around the windows, red poinsettias sit on the end tables, and the tree is now upright, thanks to Connor.
“The tree!” She gasps. “How did you . . .”
“Connor.”
She smiles. “He built that?”
“Begrudgingly, but yes. He worked on it and brought it over last night. All my brothers helped get this done for you.”
“You’re making it incredibly hard for me.”
I turn so she’s in my arms and cup her cheeks. “That’s the end goal. I told you that I wouldn’t let you go without a fight. I told you I would make this so the only option is me.”
“And what happens if I can’t leave?”
I rub my thumb against her smooth skin. “Then we make a new plan, but either way, we’re going to have a lot of Christmas mornings.”
She lifts onto her tiptoes and our lips meet. “I knew you were trouble the first time we met.”
“Well, thankfully, you ran toward the trouble.”
