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“Good.” She lifts herself up, and I know she’s removing the last of her clothing from the way I’m jostled on the mattress. She slips her hand between us, taking hold of my cock once again. She teases me, rubbing it through her wetness and making me growl. Aloud. Because Elliot—she makes me want to let her know how much she affects me.
She sinks down onto my dick, her velvety softness enveloping me, and I can’t even hold back. My eyes fly open, and I stare straight into her deep, dark eyes as I groan, “F-fuuuck,” the curse raspy and raw.
Her playlist rolls into “I Feel Like I’m Drowning” by Two Feet. Hell. Another sexy-as-hell song. She begins to grind against me, hands resting on my abs, fingers depressing into my skin as she rocks, her movements languorous and seductive. She’s so beautiful. With one hand, I grasp her hip, reveling in how it feels to be inside her. I reach forward with my other hand, smoothing it from her stomach upward until it settles between her breasts. She blinks, then covers it with one of hers. Her head drops back on her shoulders. Incredible beauty. Inside and out. A lump rises in my throat as I watch her writhe over me to the addictive rhythm of the song. And it’s in this moment that I realize I need to let her all the way in.
Because I want to keep her.
She’s mine.Ours.
She brings her head up again and her eyes pierce mine, emotion washing over her face. With her bottom lip clenched tightly between her teeth, she leans forward, bracing herself with her arms on my chest, grinding down hard with each stroke.
“Come for me,” I grit out. Our eyes connect, and fire sizzles through every cell of my body.
“Cannon.” She gasps my name like a plea, riding me with long, decadent movements. Her lips part, her breathing becoming erratic. I can feel her heart hammering so hard against my hand, and her body begins to quake. The walls of her pussy clamp down on my cock over and over again as she lets out a throaty cry.
“That’s it,” I growl low as she drops onto my chest. I grasp her ass cheeks in both hands, bending my legs to give me the leverage to pump into her from below with swift, sure strokes. She falls all the way over the edge, her thighs trembling as the orgasm continues to ripple through her body. I fucking love the way her pussy milks my cock. With that thought clouding my head, it’s only a few moments later that my own orgasm strikes. My entire body tenses up, and I grind myself into her cunt, groaning as cum spurts from my dick.
We lie there for several moments, completely spent, Elliot’s head resting on my chest. In my arms like this, she’s everything. As our hearts finally slow and our breathing normalizes, she catches my gaze. In our ears, “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys begins to play. I know the cover of the Sofia Karlberg song, and Elliot said she made this playlist for me. But… is she saying what I think she is? She wants to be mine?
As that thought rolls through my head, Elliot shifts, and my cock slips from her pussy. I drag her up my body, bringing her close enough that I can inhale her sweet breath, and grasp the back of her neck with one hand. We stare into each other’s eyes, and in hers, there are so many complex emotions I can’t even begin to understand. Unable to resist, I bring her mouth to mine, claiming her all over again.
Elliot kisses me like she’s trying to talk to me without speaking, like every word of the song means something to her. The lyrics of the song sink into my bones and burrow into my heart. She wants to be with me and is saying it in a way she knows would be important to me.
“Cannon,” Elliot whispers, “can I talk to you now or do you need to sleep?” She drags in a breath as sweat cools on our skin.
I skim my fingers up and down her back in lazy patterns. “Talk,” I grunt, the word a rough thing in my throat.
Her chest expands harshly at my vocalized answer. She wasn’t expecting it. Propping herself up on my chest so that our eyes meet, she murmurs, “Okay. But if I say something wrong or do anything that upsets you, I want you to let me know. Please don’t hide from me.” She gives an audible sigh as her gaze roams my face. “Today was the worst. Knowing you were in a bad place and didn’t want to see me, it felt like you were mad at me for being there, for seeing what happened.” I feel her tremble as it rolls through her body. She looks up at me from under hooded eyes. “You know, I meant what I said. Nothing I saw this morning changed anything I feel for you. So, I hope you don’t think that.”
I slowly shake my head. “I-I don’t.” I cringe at the gritty quality of my voice, but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she smiles and reaches up to trace her fingertip over my lips.
“Cannon—it’s epilepsy, isn’t it?”
My chest tightens. Had they confirmed that to her? My brows draw together. I’m being an asshole. They would have told her to talk to me about it.
“I know what you’re thinking. But, no, no one told me. I couldn’t help myself.” She presses her lips together. “I researched a tiny bit once I saw your medication. And I want you to know, you don’t have to be ashamed of it. But I understand how difficult it must be for you to feel like you have no choice in what happens to you. And I get why you are the way you are. The careful management of your diet. The exercise, making sure you’re in top physical condition. It all makes sense. But still. Sometimes it’s not enough.”
“I—” I stop to clear the gravel from my throat. I wrap my arms around her, nuzzling my face into her neck, and letting out a nervous breath. I hope she gets that my lack of speech right now doesn’t mean that I don’t want to talk to her. It’s just so fuckin’ hard for me sometimes.
She pauses, shifting so she can see my face, and trails the pads of her fingers over my brows. “I can only imagine what it’s like—what it must have been like… growing up.” Her eyes flick to mine. “And I don’t want to push you to talk to me.”
I’m terrified I’m going to lose her. Everything she said to me the other day rings loud and clear in my ears. I’ve made her feel unworthy by picking and choosing when to speak to her. She wants more from me. Of that, I’m certain. I think she mightneedit. And the hell of it is—she deserves it and so much more. I want to be that man for her.
“When you spoke out at the auction. I—” Her eyes crash shut. “I think I realized then that you were everything I was hoping you were. You pushed past your own insecurities for me. I actually think it helped me recognize how strong my feelings for you are.”
I fuckingloveher. But I’m not ready to tell her yet. I brush back a few strands of hair from her face.
I tried to be that man for her. I spoke for her benefit in front of an entire room of people. I hope she understands how difficult that was for me—but for her, I didn’t think twice. I simply did it. “It’s always been hard.”
“Cannon, I’m going to ask you a question.” She wets her lips. “But I’m hoping you’ll maybe let me in?”
The lump that was in my throat earlier comes back with a vengeance. I know what she wants to know. Archer warned me she had an idea why I don’t speak.
Her eyes lock on mine. “The seizures. Do they have something to do with why you don’t like to speak? Not physically, I mean.”
I wet my lips and draw in a breath in an effort to calm the frantic beating of my heart. “People… can be cruel.”
Her breath stutters from her as she takes in my words. “When you were younger…?”
