Page 84 of Peaches

Happy.

Perfect.

Sweet!

“I want to be inside you when I cum, Grace,” he confesses, making me still. “I can’t not be in this pussy,” he moans as he grabs my hips and pulls in and out of my center again, “when you cum, too, Peaches.”

He pulls himself free and my brow furrows as he gently turns me over to face him. He stares in my eyes as he lightly pushes me back against the sheets.

“Spread your legs,” he demands, and I do as he says immediately. “Tell me you need this,connection, as much as I do, Grace,” he whispers, as he braces himself above me. “I need to look in your eyes while I claim you, Peaches. All of you. I need to know you’re mine. All mine. Just like I’m yours. Forever. If you want me?”

My right hand comes up and takes his cheek in my palm. His eyes question mine, but there is no hesitation hiding in them. He means what he says and I know I feel the same way.

I always have. Always will. From the second I laid eyes on him just over a month ago in that coffee shop.

He’s mine. All mine. And I’ll be his forever if he’ll have me, too.

Gently grabbing his length, I guide him to my opening and never take my eyes off his as he tenderly presses back inside my folds. He begins to move, to bring us to our end,finally, as my hips raise and grind against his pelvis giving me the perfect friction to also chase my release.

“I love you,” he breathes as his lips hover above mine and his eyes stay locked on my soul.

“I love you,” I quietly cry back as a tear falls out of the corner of my eye once again.

He takes his time, working us back up to an intense high, and I never take my eyes off his. When we crash over the edge together, it’s with my name falling from his lips. His name screaming from my lungs. Our eyes locked on each other’s. Our hearts finally one, and a newarrangementsuddenly is born, shattering all the horrible ones we’ve known before.

His.

Only his.

And he’s mine.

Life can’t get anysweeterthan that!

22

Grace

We lay in bed,the only sound a light rain shower on the tin roof above us. Brett’s fingers lazily run up and down my arm as he holds my naked frame against his in our post love making haze.

It’s been close to an hour of this, and I’ve never felt more peaceful in my entire life. More loved. Morecherished. Wanted. Happy. Carefree.

We’ve been talking ever since he cleaned me up after we made love, but the silence these last few minutes have been precious. After we finally came together, Brett instructed me not move until he was back, and then grabbed a warm wet wash cloth from the bathroom. The act of him wiping my swollen sex, which was thoroughly pleased by him just moments before, was almost as sensual as the act itself.Almost. His eyes stayed hooded as he watchedmewatchhim,and I almost couldn’t take it. Almost begged him to go for round two even though his manhood looked spent and exhausted.

Not that I can say the same for it now.

I look down between us and see his thick erection laying against his lower stomach. Painfully stiff and beautiful as thick ridges and mouthwatering veins tempt me and have my center dampening quickly. His gorgeous tip looks swollen and coated with his own pre arousal, and I moan as I remember the way he tasted, the way his velvet skin felt between my lips, and then simultaneously feel my mouth water as I watch it twitch against his skin.

I told him about my father, and he told me more about his mother. I released the skeletons in my past when it came to my ex, and he told me how he never should have gotten engaged to Kimberly. I cried about Archie, and he held me tight, explaining a disability I didn’t know he struggled with himself and one that bonded us even closer than I previously imagined.

Then, he told me about a contract, and my heart sank deeply in my chest.

“I promise you, Grace, you and me,wehave nothing to do with that contract.”

I knowwedon’t.

How couldwe?

Because even though this all started as some fake engagement, Brettly Beckett came along and claimed parts of me that were previously untouched. He’s left his mark on every single part of my body and soul and I don’t have to hear his confession, his pleading apologies, to know that this man loves me, completely, and it has nothing to do with a stupid contract, an arrangement that was made long before he ever even became an adult.

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