Page 228 of Fearless

“Please, please, please,” she begs, tilting her hips in the hope of forcing my hand.

She should know better than that by now.

“Who are you?”

“Yours.” She gasps as I push the tip in. “I’m yours. Fuck me, Reid Harris. Please. Fuck MEEE,” she screams as I surge forward, filling her in one swift move.

I freeze the second I’m fully seated as something powerful washes over me.

This woman. She’s mine.

Ours.

And this town…

That is also fucking ours.

Falling over her, I wrap one hand around her hip and the other around the back of her head, but I pause just before taking her lips.

“I love you, Alana,” I say, my voice serious and leaving no room for doubt.

Her breath races over my face as she searches my eyes.

“Reid,” she whispers, “I love you too.”

Our lips collide in a violent, desperate almost painful kiss as my hips pick up the pace again.

She cries out into our kiss, but I swallow the sound, keeping it for myself.

“Let go,” I demand. “I need your hands on me.”

The second her warm palms touch my back, I lose all kind of control. I fuck her like an animal, unleashing years' worth of hard work, frustration, and finally the relief of everything we’ve achieved tonight.

We did it. And this is the only way it can be celebrated.

“Come for me, Pet,” I demand in her ear when I’m at risk of blowing before her.

Pressing my thumb against her clit, I circle it just how she likes and she crashes. Her pussy sucks me impossibly deep as wave after wave of pleasure washes through her.

Her skin flushes a beautiful shade of red as her body convulses. Her eyes go wide, but she never takes them from mine, she lets me see it all as her cries of pleasure ring around us.

And just before she’s done, I let myself fall with a loud, feral roar.

She watches me with just as much awe in her expression as I’m sure was on mine.

The second I’m done, I flip us, rolling onto my back and pulling her onto my chest, my dick still nicely nestled inside her.

“Oh my God,” she breathes as my hands drift up and down her back. But that’s the only thing that’s said as we both fall into a comfortable silence.

It’s long minutes before I feel the need to talk, and when I do, she just lies there holding me, absorbing everything I need to get out.

“I shot him right between the eyes,” I confess. “Just like Mav did Razor. It felt fitting.”

“Years I’ve dreamed of standing before him and letting him see the person I really am. Letting him know that he failed. As a man, as a husband, as a parent, as a leader.”

“Everything I know, I learned from him. But not because he taught me, because I taught myself from all the things he didn’t do.”

“I’m going to do better, Pet. I’m going to be a better partner to you. A better… guardian to Daisy. A better leader for this town.”

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