Page 19 of Hot Response
“You want to make a mess, or bigger mess, of this pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I clung to him, needing something more, not bearing the thought of having my body too far from his.
I was so close to breaking, shattering into a million pieces in his arms, and for better or worse, he knew it. There was something so sexy, so masculine about the control he had over his body. He ground his hips when he was balls deep, pressing his pelvic bone against my swollen clit.
“Oh! Yes! Ron!” He thrust harder, and I held on tighter. “Right there! I’m I’m—“ I couldn’t even finish warning him. My body was a riptide of euphoria as I came hard on his cock. Soaking in every filthy beautiful word as it melted into my skin and settled over my soul.
“Just like that, baby, fuck,” he groaned, pressing his nose against my neck. I felt him before he made a noise. He got thicker, harder. Warmth flooded me from the inside out. We were having unprotected sex, and instead of that freaking me out, I clenched as tightly as I could around him, milking every drop I could get while still hazy from my own high. He bit my shoulder, and I giggled.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us a sweaty panting mess while our heartrates slowed back down. Ron was the first to pull away and look at me, holding my face in one of his huge hands.
“You okay?” I nodded. It was weird. It had been the best intimate experience of my life, and a huge wave of emotions hit me. This might not have been possible if that car hadn’t stopped where it had.
“Hey…” he called out, and I blinked. “I’m here. You’re here. And this, you and me, is happening. You’re mine.”
“That wasn’t just… just, like, sex talk?” I asked, showing my vulnerable underbelly.
“Sex talk?” His lips twitched, but he didn’t full on smile at me. Ron shook his head and rested his forehead against mine. “Fuck, no. That was a promise. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
“For how long?” I asked, knowing better.
“How about till there’s not one star left in the sky?” he suggested, surprising the hell out of me. I should have been cautious, careful with my heart, but something inside of me, in my gut, was shouting at me to believe him.
Believe in us.
So, I did.
Melting into his hug, I wasn’t going to overthink what this was or where it was going. I was going to enjoy the hell out of it, consequences be damned.
EIGHT
RON
I watchedher carefully as we walked through the rubble of her bakery. I braced, fully expecting her to lose her shit.
Instead, her hands settled on her hips, and she smiled.Smiled!Right at me. That was the last reaction I had been prepared for.
“It could have been worse,” she finally said and shrugged.
“Baby—“
“I’m serious.” She smiled, genuinely. “The back room is okay. None of the ovens or equipment was messed up. The fridges are all fine, and the fire department said the electrical is somehow all intact,” she shared.
I’d never been so glad for the friendships I’d made through the years as I had been when Nate called with an update three days after the accident. The fire department took care of each other, and somehow, luckily, even though we didn’t work together, they considered me one of their own. They’d been focused on working and making sure they got everything ready at the bakery and all the paperwork needed was filed and in the right hands so the insurance company could take care of Evie.
“Come here,” I ordered, opening my arms.
“Ron, I’m serious. I’m okay?—“
“Great, now come here,” I demanded.
With a playful roll of her eyes, she sauntered closer. The moment she was within my reach, I hugged her.
“Honey,” she whispered into my chest. My heart was beating fast and furious as we stood in the same spot where I’d almost lost her. “I’m okay, Ron,” she said a little louder yet somehow still delicately soft.
“I know,” I mumbled. “I just… maybe I need you to hug me and remind me of just how okay you are?” I rumbled and felt her smile against my chest.
I glanced down at her, and when those beautiful chocolate caramel-swirled eyes connected with mine, I couldn’t help the words that came out next.
