Page 16 of Boundless Love
The pulse in her throat raced under my lips in the second before she arched against me with a silent cry, her mouth falling open, her breath coming in tight gasps.Finally, she relaxed with a deep, satisfied sigh, her head resting against the wall.
I was just getting started.I lifted her left leg and held it at hip level so I could drive into her.Her leg tightened around my ass, and she gasped through her gritted teeth.“Oh fuck.That’s… mmm… that’s perfect.”
I had to agree.And I would have if I wasn’t so focused on staying quiet while I fucked her slowly, soaking in every second, every inch of her.Nothing in the world could top this—no amount of money, influence, any of it.I was a king when I was inside her.I was where I belonged.
“God, yes,” she breathed out, barely holding back her ecstatic cries, the force of my thrusts making her wet body slide over the tiled wall.“Yes, I love it.I love this.”
I knew she did, and so did I, so much that I wished it could last forever, even as instinct urged me to let go.I couldn’t, not yet.Not until I felt her come around me.That was almost better than my own orgasm, soaking in every muscle twitch, every shudder.Every soft, helpless whimper that fell from her lips.
“Come on my cock,” I grunted out, running my tongue over her earlobe, teasing it with my teeth.It always drove her crazy, and now was no exception, her pussy clenching around me, signaling the end that rapidly approached.
I went with it, following her cues, allowing the telltale tingle stirring at the base of my spine to spread.To grow.To consume me the way her orgasm consumed her.All of the tension, the anxiety, the doubts of the past several hectic days washed away as we finished together, wrapped in each other—the way it was meant to be.
“Think you’re up to the task of helming this rehearsal now?”she murmured with humor in her voice.“Because I need a nap after that.”
“I could take on the world after being with you,” I declared.
So long as the world cooperated.
8
CLAY
“Would I be jinxing us if I said this is going surprisingly well?”
My head snapped around at the sound of Mira’s question.I hadn’t noticed her sneaking over to where I was standing, close to the area where the bride and groom would exchange their vows in less than twenty-four hours.Dante and Eleanor shared a quiet laugh, holding hands, lost in each other.It was encouraging to see.I would never have considered him a romantic, but then I wouldn’t have seen myself that way until I met Mira.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t scowl at her, albeit playfully.“You need to take that back,” I warned.“There is still plenty of time between now and the final wedding guest stumbling out of the ballroom tomorrow night.”
“You are such a cynic.How in the world did I end up married to such a cynic?”She tapped her chin, narrowing her eyes when snapping her fingers.“Right.Because my papa sort of forced us into it.”
For the moment, it seemed we were unobserved, with everyone involved in their own conversations now that the rehearsal had gone off without a hitch.There was still time before dinner was set to start.We were ahead of schedule.
I turned to her, tucking a dark curl behind her ear and letting my hand trail down the side of her neck.“You don’t regret it, do you?”I asked.“There’s never a moment where you wish you hadn’t gone through with it, is there?”
Her brows drew together dramatically in surprise.She tended to be pretty dramatic at times, especially when she thought I was acting like an idiot.“What would make you ask a question like that?”she asked, staring up at me, almost smiling in disbelief.“Haven’t I shown you how happy I am?You’ve literally heard me thank Papa for bringing us together, especially when Sera was a newborn,” she added.
My heart swelled when I thought back to that day, watching her hand her father his first grandchild.It was a privilege they might have both missed out on, as he had a close call with his heart shortly after our wedding.That sort of thing tended to add significance to even the most mundane events, to say nothing of something as monumental as welcoming a new life into the world.It was a precious memory.I considered myself lucky to have witnessed it.
“I love you,” she told me, her voice firm but heavy with emotion.“It doesn’t matter how we ended up together.It only matters that we are meant to be.And we somehow found a way to build something together that was better than anything we could’ve done on our own.”
That was the truth.I pulled her in for a hug, my lips brushing her forehead.“When I was watching the two of them practice their vows just now, it made me think of us.How glad I am that we redid our wedding the right way.You deserve that much.”
“Excuse me.”We both turned our heads at the sound of Rowan’s voice, watching her almost flee the ballroom with Penny on her heels.Spencer was crestfallen, confused, and concerned.
“Do you think she told him yet?”I asked, watching it all unfold.Mira had sworn to secrecy after Rowan confessed her pregnancy during their girls’ lunch.
“I guess not, considering how upset he looks.Gosh, I wish she would,” Mira whispered.“I suck at keeping secrets.”
“Think she’s worried about how he will react?”The idea was laughable like he wouldn’t be thrilled.
“If anything, he’s probably more worried that she’s so queasy all the time.Remember how I was those first few months with Sera?”she asked with a chuckle.
“Would you do anything differently if you had the chance?”I asked, though I knew the answer before she smirked and rolled her eyes.
Yet she found a way to surprise me.“Oh, please.I would have three more kids… at least,” she decided.
“Is that so?”I asked, intrigued.
