Page 94 of Glamour & Gumballs

It was blissful.

Every time we were together, I got closer to saying the words out loud.

I’m yours.

But I didn’t say them.

We fell asleep on the couch that night, an action movie playing while we drifted off. I was safe, happy, and content in a way I hoped would never end.

And there was a way to ensure it never could.

One I started to actually want as time continued to go by.

The sun didn’t wake me up the next morning.

It wasn’t even rising yet as I opened my eyes, heat coursing through my veins and pushing me to get up.

Rhett’s cock was wedged between my ass cheeks, my back was to his chest, and his fingers were between my thighs. All I had on was a pair of his sweats that had been rolled up a few times at my waist before he pushed them down in my sleep. He touched my tits too much to bother with a shirt. It would’ve just annoyed us both.

My hips arched my ass against his cock as he made a slow circle around my clit. His fingers were drenched with my desire—and probably some of his release from the night before.

I sucked in a breath as one of his fingers slowly slid inside me. It didn’t have anything on his cock, but still felt good.

“Couldn’t sleep?” I murmured, rocking my hips.

“Dreamed of you.” He lifted my thigh over his, opening me up wider as he shifted positions, lining his cock up with my slit. “I need you, Chaos.”

The words made me ache in the very best way.

He needed me.

He wanted me.

He cared about me.

I moved my hips, taking the tip of him, and he groaned as he thrust upward.

He felt amazing—but after all the sex we’d been having, I wanted more.

“Shift,” I breathed.

He growled. “I barely have control right now, Chaos. Don’t push me.”

Thrill had my back arching, and he snarled at the way it pressed him against my inner walls.

“Shift, Rhetti,” I commanded.

Instead of giving me what I wanted, he lifted me off his cock.

I glowered at him as he turned me around in his arms—but the glare vanished as he sat up and set me back down, facing him.

And as he pulled me down, seating me on his erection.

His eyes were hot, but slightly vulnerable. “I dreamed you were leaving me. Throwing a ring at me.”

“I don’t have a ring to throw.”

His grip on my hips tightened. “I’m buying you a ring, Erin. This is real. You’re going to be my wife as much as you’re my mate.”

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