Page 130 of Fall I Want
“You already do.”
Chapter 29
Zane
Iwake with my hands on Autumn’s hips as she rides me with the Las Vegas skyline sparkling in the distance.
“Good morning,” I moan, realizing how hard I am and how wet she is. I’m buried deep inside of her.
“You started this,” she says in a sleepy tone, taking full control, fucking me like our lives depend on it.
“Uh, fuck,” I groan, sliding my palms onto her ass, thrusting upward as she comes down, adding more friction. I don’t know what time it is, not that it matters. Autumn is the only thing on my agenda from now until eternity.
“Feels so good.” She flips her long, straight hair back, placing her palms flat on my stomach. I reach up, tweaking her pebbled nipple, and she lets out a few high-pitched moans.
“Autumn.” My eyes roll into the back of my head as she fucks me into the mattress. I don’t want this to ever end.
“Yes, yes,” she whispers, shining in the glow from the Strip through the glass of the penthouse I borrowed from Weston. A guttural groan surrounds us as she topples onto me, capturing my mouth as she clenches around my cock. I rock inside of her, chasing my end, rolling on top of her and slowing down my pace.
She smiles at me and I smile back at her, biting her bottom lip and tugging it with my teeth. She sighs out, “How is this real?”
“It feels like a dream,” I admit, not knowing what I did to deserve her, but I’m thankful.
“It’s not,” she says. “I’d have already disappeared.”
We make love in the light of the glowing skyline to the sounds of passionate gasps until we’re both fully satisfied.
I smile against her neck as she runs her fingers through my hair, inhaling the sweet smell of her skin. I want to say it, I want to tell her that I’m falling in love with her so hard, as if I base jumped without a parachute.
I roll onto my back and Autumn moves over to me. “I could use a slice of pizza.”
“I know of a place,” I say. “I was visiting one time and randomly found it.”
“Is it a secret?” She chuckles.
“Actually, yeah, but I know the way,” I say, nuzzling into her neck. “It’s down a long, dark hallway.”
“Seriously?” she asks, rolling over and picking up her phone, showing me her beautiful ass.
I run my hand across her. “What time is it? I think they close at four.”
She smiles wide, sliding out of bed. “Ooh. Goodie. It’s only two.”
I slide on some jeans and a T-shirt, grabbing a baseball hat. Autumn puts on some leggings and a sweater that hangs off her shoulders. “What?”
“You’re perfect,” I whisper as we leave the room. I grab her hand and we move toward the private elevator. When we step on, I steal a glimpse of her. “How do you like your pizza?”
“There’s only one way,” she says. “Pepperoni. Mushrooms. Extra black olives.”
“You know what they say about women who love black olives, don’t you?”
Her brows furrow.
“They’re fucking freaks.”
Laughter bursts from her chest and her head falls back. I enjoy seeing her laugh like she’s truly happy. It’s something that’s too hard to fake. “I hope I always keep you like this.”
She stands on her tiptoes, kissing me. “Me too.”
