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“Oh God,” she sobs, digging her nails into me as her muscles still, sex cinching hard around my cock before releasing in rough tremors. I pound furiously into her, and it takes three more thrusts before I’m falling right along with her.
“Fuck!” I growl as my muscles strain intensely before releasing in a violent shudder. I bury my face in her hair, hammering into her pulsing sex and pouring my heart and seed into her tightness. She grips my shoulders hard, panting into my ear as I flood her with my seed. “Mine. You will only ever belong to me, Abby.”
“Yours,” she whispers into my ear, her fingers tunneling into my hair and holding me close as aftershocks rock through my body until she’s milked me to the last drop. Her hold remains firm even when my muscles go lax and I go boneless on top of her. “Only yours.”
We lie in silence for a while before I’m able to regain strength in my muscles once again. I push up and brace myself on my elbow as I stare down at her. “I was rough on you, I’m sorry.”
“You were perfect,” she whispers, cupping my jaw and leaning up to brush her mouth softly over mine. “It was perfect, and now I just want to enjoy the rest of the evening with you. Cuddle like we do every night, eat some chocolate, drink some wine, and fall asleep watching the stars with you.”
“We can do that,” I say, climbing to my feet and taking her hand to help her up. “How about we wash up first?”
I don’t know why I thought that I could take a shower with her without taking her all over again, but I’m not surprised to find myself backing her into the wall and making love to her again. Slowly this time, with much more control and patience. Ifuck her under the pouring water until she’s trembling, bringing her twice to the edge before seeking my own pleasure.
An hour later, we’re lying on the blanket with her head resting on my chest, eating what’s left of the chocolate-covered strawberries as we watch the stars. She falls asleep fast, and I take a few minutes to watch her and revel in the moment before I allow myself to follow.
Chapter Seven
Abby
The sky projected onto the ceiling slowly becomes our new favorite thing, a little tradition. Sometimes it’s a bright blue sky with white fluffy clouds, and others, it’s the green, blue, and purple hues of an aurora. Once it was a dark, stormy sky. As far as traditions go, this is one I want to keep forever.
I never imagined I would enjoy a projection as much as the real thing, but the company makes it more special. A little wine, a few crackers, and a body slightly sore from making love on every solid surface in this apartment is the perfect way to end the day and start the evening.
I almost feel thankful to Jack and his cold black heart for leading me to Ransom. Without him, I probably wouldn’t be cuddled up next to a man I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with, watching shooting stars on our ceiling while we listen to classical music. That liar. He probably couldn’t name a single classical piece if I put a gun to his head.
Ransom, on the other hand, doesn’t pretend to be something he’s not. I turn my head to get a better view of his face. “Can you name any famous piano compositions?”
He mulls over the question for a second. “Moonlight Sonata?”
I smile at his answer. “Beethoven.” I chuckle, lying back to stare at the ceiling. It’s not even nightfall yet, but I get to watchthe stars. “I grew up listening to classical music, against my will of course.” The sky is particularly clear tonight, and the stars are a little bright. I smile when I spot a shooting star, silently wishing for this moment to last forever. “My parents were raised in poverty, so when they managed to climb up the social ladder, they wanted to fit into their new social circle. Going to orchestral shows, taking trips abroad, and joining the country club. They wanted to fit in with their wealthy friends and for their kids to fit in with their peers’ kids, so they enrolled my sister and me in music lessons.”
“You sing?”
“No.” I laugh. “I couldn’t hold a note to save my life. I can play the piano a little, but not as well as my sister. I didn’t have the talent for it, despite my best efforts and years of lessons.”
We fall back into a comfortable silence as I allow my mind to wander to my sister. We’ve slowly grown distant over the last couple of months, our conversations few and far between. As much as I would love to blame most of it on Jack for being controlling and alienating me from my close friends and family, I have to shoulder some of the blame for this. Until Jack, I didn’t see how bad my parents were. I thought of my sister as rebellious because that’s the way my parents always talked about her. But I see who my parents really are now, and it makes me see my sister differently too.
We just responded to the pressure from our parents in different ways. And I’m glad she got away. They probably would have matched her with someone like Jack if she’d stuck around like I did.
Ransom must sense my dark thoughts because he reaches out and takes my hand in his. “What do you say to pizza for dinner?”
I smile, the heaviness easing off my chest. “I say, thank you.”
“Good, how about we…” His voice trails off when the low vibration of his phone cuts through the air. “Let me turn this off.”
“No, take it,” I say, sitting up so he can take the call. He pats around in the dark for his phone before cursing under his breath when he sees the caller.
“Fuck, it’s Saint,” he says. The club’s president. “I have to take this.”
I nod, climbing to my feet. “I’ll go grab some water,” I say, walking barefoot to the kitchen, the floor cool under my feet. I grab two bottles of water and take a moment to drink mine in the kitchen to give him privacy to take his call.
I’m in there for two minutes before he walks in, the somber look on his face telling me we’ll have to cut our evening short. “Pizza can wait,” I say before he speaks.
“I’m sorry.”
I cap the water and walk over to him, looping my arms around his shoulders. It’s funny how just a couple of days ago, I was shy at the thought of being in the same room with Ransom. Now we know each other intimately. I tunnel my fingers into his soft curls, loving the feel of them as I push up to brush my lips over his. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Saint has sent someone to guard the place, just to be safe.”From your ex, is the silent part that he doesn’t add. “If you look out the window, you should see a bike parked on the street. That will be your protection.”
