Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I want to give it back to him every single day of forever.
“I love you too, sweetness,” he murmurs.
“Show me.” It’s the same thing I always say, not because I need the proof, but because there’s nothing more perfect than the feel of his hands on my body. Than him moving inside me. Than his weight on top of me, shutting out the rest of the world.
When he’s in me, his love courses through my veins. It surrounds me. The past doesn’t exist. Neither do pain, fear, or any of the awful things that have gotten us to this point. It's just us and the intense connection we forged a year ago in a hotel room in Colorado Springs. And that’s beautiful to me.
He sweeps me up into his arms, his lips on mine as he carries me the few steps to the bed. He returns to my lips again and again as he strips my clothes off in record time. I work to get his clothes off with the same urgency, not because we’re in a rush but because we simply can’t wait.
By the time he crawls between my legs, I’m already trembling on top of him, already squirming with desire. He flicks his tongue against my clit, groaning my name softly, and my fingers sink into the quilt as if that’ll keep me from shattering.
I already know it won’t, though. Not with him between my legs, working his magic with his tongue and teeth and lips. He eats me as if I’m the perfect meal, licking up every drop I spill and then coming back for more. Again and again until I’m gasping beneath him.
I fall over the edge with his name whispering from my lips.
And float back to earth with him hovering over me, his eyes locked on my face as his cock nudges at my opening.
“Come here,” he groans, pulling me up into his arms as he leans back. He ends up on his knees with me on his lap, my legs around his waist. “I want you just like this, sweetness. So I can hold you while I’m in you.”
I whimper his name, sinking down onto him with my eyes locked with his. There’s a certain intimacy in this position that I instantly love. I feel closer to him than ever with our arms tangled around one another, breathing the same sliver of air.
“Fuck,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine as he bottoms out inside me, stretching me wide. “You feel so goddamn good, Landry. Every time I’m inside you, it feels like coming home.”
“Because you are home, Keegan. And so am I.”
It doesn’t matter where we are—whether we’re at our place, the clubhouse, a hotel states away, or a fairytale cabin in the woods. When we’re together, with him so deep I can’t catch a breath, we’re home. This is where we belong. It’s what we were made for.
He groans, rocking into me in slow pulses as he claims my lips in a deep kiss. I cling to him, rock with him…get lost in him. Pleasure spirals higher and then higher still. The past doesn’t matter. What happened today no longer intrudes. It’s just us again, moving against one another until we’re a mess of broken cries and trembling gasps. Until every last piece of both of us is stitched back together, recast and remade right here in this bed.
We fall together, trembling, shaking…and whole. Safe and together because of the promises he kept and the future I fought for, even when I didn’t know I was fighting.
“I love you,” he pants against my lips as we come down together. “For the rest of my life.”
He means it the same way I do when I repeat the vow, with every stitched-together, perfect piece.
Epilogue
Keegan
Two Years Later
“Keegan,” Landry whispers, running her hand up my arm. I groan and roll toward her, intent on wrapping her up in my arms and cuddling the fuck out of her until Lily starts screaming for us to “wate up” like she does every morning.
I think those are her favorite two words.
They definitely aren’t mine at sunrise, but our baby girl does not believe in sleeping in. She slept like a rock through most nights when she was a baby. And we’re paying for it now. She wants to go, go, go as soon as her little eyes open.
“You have to wake up. My water broke.”
My eyes pop open, my heart thumping against my ribcage. I find Landry standing beside the bed, fully dressed, smiling down at me.
“What?”
“My water broke,” she says. “It’s time to go.”
“Fuck.” I sit bolt upright, a current of emotion running through me that brings tears to my eyes. She’s in labor with our baby boy. “I’ll get dressed and go grab Lily.”
“I’ll get Lily. You get dressed.”