Page 18 of Tice's Kind of Trouble
“I’m yours.”
“Come here, Tice.” She crooks a finger, and I shift forward, my heart reaching for hers.
When I press inside, my jaw locks, my vision falters.God.She’s perfect.
I go slow. Gentler than I’ve ever been, as the world narrows to the softness of her, the scent of her, the new home we’re making with every movement. Each breath we share.
“So good, baby. Feel how you lock around me.”
“Yes,” she breathes, her mouth open on a soft moan. “I do.”
There’s her resistance—the thin barrier deep inside—and it’s mine to claim.
There’s a pressure inside me that has nothing to do with lust. This is bigger.Consuming.Possession.
Bethany is mine.
My lungs labor as my body fills with tension. The need to drive in hard, to conquer, claws at me.
“Gonna hurt, sweetheart. But I promise to make you feel really good. I’ll go as slow as you need.”
She nods, arms tight around my neck. “Take me, Tice. Give me all of you.”
I nearly cry.Fucking cry.God.What did I do right in this life?
With a controlled but hard thrust, I break through, holding her against me as she gasps, her fingers biting into my sides.
“Breathe, baby. That’s it. Let me deep.” I exhale a ragged moan. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
When I roll my hips this time, she whispers my name. Her legs slide up, wrapping instinctively around my hips.
As if wearelock and key, I notch inside.
All of me.
Oh God.
“Bethany,” I rasp. “I knew it. Knew you were fucking perfect for me. Now you’re mine. Never letting you go.”
She nudges me closer with her heels, pulling me deeper, her breathing changing, her nipples abrading my chest with every slow stroke in and out.
“I feel so full.”
I move slow until her eyes go wide with wonder, her hips rising to meet me, her sighs turning to hungry moans.
“Break with me, beautiful. Take this heart over. Make me feel this every day.”
When we come together, it’s an earthquake—deep, unstoppable. We won’t walk out of this room the same people we were.
It feels like coming home after a lifetime of being lost.
TWELVE
Tice
Bethany has the face of an angel—soft skin, dark lashes, sweet bow to her mouth.
Then there’s her rocking body.
