Page 55 of Keeping Ava

“I’m...shit!” she whimpers as my fingers tighten their hold on her neck, not letting her move an inch. She’s in my control. Taking what I gift her.

“Now, baby. Give me what’s always been mine.” No sooner have the last words slipped past my lips than she tightens, and she chokes on a silent scream. Her orgasm rocks me—a vice-like grip so hard and warm that my own release quickly follows. It’s hard and messy, and I don’t stop thrusting as she milks every last drop from my cock.

Not even after she lies on my chest completely spent and satiated do I pause. Not until I feel the last tremor pass through her tired limbs and her pussy eases its hold.

Then, I close my eyes as we just lie there in her small bed back in Lubbock, surrounded by boxes and memories of her old life—a life she’s transferring to San Diego to build a new one with me. No more rentals while my apartment sold. No more never-ending searches for the perfect place to start this new stage of our lives in. Now, we get it all. I will give her that fairytale life she deserves and then some.

There’s no denying that the road here has been difficult, full of complications and tears.

And while I wish we might’ve met under different circumstances; we both agree that it’s the ending that matters.

After Jason’s death, Ava dealt with a hurricane of emotions and guilt—regret and total despair—but through it all, she never pushed me away. I was her constant.

She chose me. Always.

And I was there for her through each therapy session and then the tears. Through all the hurt and the years of anger she let go of.

It was hard. Still brutal at points, but it has brought us closer together. We both have had to deal with the aftermath and have come out stronger because we have each other.

For better or worse. In sickness and health.

I don’t know how long we lay there with her body on my chest before I feel her stare. And fuck me, it’s hard to hold in my smile when I hear her impatient huff.

Cracking open one eye, I watch her watching me. “Something on your mind?”

“You could say that.”

“Speak up or forever hold your peace.” Yeah, I’m baiting her.

Ava’s eyes leave mine for a split second to look down at her left hand. “Funny you should use those words.”

“Funny that you’re making me wait for that three-letter word.”

“Is there a question I’m missing?”

“No.”

“No?” She cocks her brow and purses those succulent lips, yet I see the hint of the smile there.

“Yes.” My mouth quirks up into a cheesy grin, and she rolls her eyes. “You know I’m right.”

“So cocky.”

“Exactly.”

Ava’s eyes fill with unshed tears, and her lips tremble while stretching wide into a smile. “Then in that case, who am I to argue. Yes.”

“There was never a doubt, baby.” Rolling us over, I thrust deeper, causing her to let out a low moan. I’m hard again. Always for her. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life worshipping you. Loving you. Making sure that you never doubt just how important to me you are.” Taking her hand wearing my ring, I kiss it while never taking my eyes off hers. “Thank you for trusting me with your heart, beautiful. It’s a treasure I will always keep safe and protected. I love you, Ava. Always will.”

“Ditto,” she says, voice thick with emotion before arching up to kiss my lips. This kiss is different than all the rest; it’s the start of a new beginning—of our family, and as I pump my hips slowly, another warm thought comes to mind.

I’m not waiting another second to start this next stage of us.

Not when I can fly us to Vegas tonight and make her fully mine.

Not when I can fall asleep tonight with her as my wife.

“How do you feel about getting—”

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