Page 2 of Never Stop
But today was different.
Today was the start of the rest of my life.
I wasn’t going to think about the fact that I’d recently had surgery to remove a tumor—a tumor that doctors didn’t even know much about, let alone if they considered it cancerous. I was going to take each day one at a time. Radiation side effects weren’t going to hold me back.
I had a burn on my neck, a burn on my chest, and a final one on my back where they’d scorched all angles of my chest wall. But like the healing scars on my side where they’d entered with a scope to remove the tumor, they were all battle wounds.
I was a fighter.
I was a warrior.
I was fucking superwoman—Easton’s superwoman.
Still holding my wrist, Easton said, “How about I lick that sweet pussy of yours, and then fuck you so hard you’ll remember not to leave me with morning wood again?”
I giggled. “You’re lucky I cuss as much as you do. Some women might get offended about notmaking love.”
He rose, his hand still holding my wrist and tugged me closer to him, our chests pressing together. “First of all, baby, Iamlucky. I’m so fucking lucky that you’re here with me and wearing my ring on your left hand. You’re the only woman I want to fuck, want to screw, want to plow into, want to bang, want to make love with. I don’t care what we call it because I’m going to please you no matter which way we do it.”
And that did it.
I was no longer going to play my game. Easton wasn’t the only lucky one. I was lucky, too. There was no telling what my life would have been like if we hadn’t met that first night on the cruise almost four months ago. Some people might say that getting engaged so soon was a recipe for disaster, but dammit, I’d just gone through some scary ass shit. Life was too short to sit around and wait for society to tell me when it was time.
He continued, “Second, you know I love your filthy mouth.”
I chuckled and rolled my eyes at his double meaning.
“And third, if you don’t let me taste you right now, I may just come onyourT-shirt.”
I looked down atmyHalo shirt, the same T-shirt he’d given me to wear the first night we met. It would always be my favorite. We both knew that his old shirt was mine and I was never giving it back. I didn’t care that our sheets smelled like him and I didn’t need the shirt to remind me of him anymore. Iwantedto wear his old T-shirts to bed.
I looked at my wrist he was still holding. “Twist my arm why don’t you.” A smile spread across my face.
“I will if that gets you flat on your back. Or better yet, your ass in the air.”
My gaze flicked up to his gunmetal eyes. I swallowed hard.
“Yeah, we’re gonna go with number two.” He nodded knowingly with a smirk as he removed his hand from my wrist.
I didn’t reply as I moved to kneel on the bed beside him. I couldn’t have responded if I wanted to. My mouth was again watering in anticipation, but now it was from the thought of Easton licking my pussy with my ass up in the air as my head rested on the mattress of our bed.
He stopped me before I got into position and grabbed my face, crushing his lips against mine. We savored each other for long seconds, and I moaned out of habit when his tongue slipped between my lips. He groaned in response, removing his hands from my cheeks and tugging at my T-shirt.
Our lips broke apart long enough for him to pull the shirt off, and then he crashed his lips to mine again as he tossed my top on the floor. Our bare chests pressed together with my arms resting around his neck as his hands slipped into my shorts. He grabbed my ass cheeks and tugged me closer to him, his cock pressing against my mound.
“Lie on your back so I can remove these,” he said against my mouth, his hands moving to the elastic band around my waist. I did as he asked, lying back. He discarded the shorts by throwing them onto the floor with my shirt.
“Now, my beautifulfiancée, ass in the air.”
I chuckled as I saw the wicked grin spread across his face. He had me naked, and I wasn’t going to waste any time because I wanted him to taste me. I flipped over and raised my ass in the air, my head resting on the mattress.
A second later I felt the cotton of Easton’s boxers and his erection brushing across my butt. His hand ran up my thigh, and I let out another moan. My pussy starting to dampen, preparing itself for whatever he wanted to do to it.
“Have I ever told you that you have a nice ass?” He ran his hand up the other thigh then rubbed circles with his palm against the cheek.
I smiled. “I do recall hearing those words before.”
“Have I ever told you how I crave your pussy?”
