Page 90 of Brother In Arms

Rush’s expression changed, shuttering hard and I tipped my head questioningly. “What? What is it; what did I say?” I asked, alarmed at the sudden change in him.

“You mean that?” he asked, voice controlled and careful. I tried to think about what I’d just said and it dawned on me; I could keep the main house just ours… I thought about it, I mean really thought about the full implications behind those words and finally, I nodded carefully.

“Yeah, I mean it.”

His mouth crushed over mine and I held his face between my hands. I know we were out in a public park where anyone could happen by, but I wanted him right then, so bad. I pulled back and said, “Take me home with you,” breathless and wanting. He immediately got up and held a hand down to me. I took it and he hauled me to my feet. We folded up the blanket and stashed it back where it’d come from and made the ride back to the club.

He followed the curve of the track around to the building that held his room and we went in, skipping out on seeing or talking to anyone. Once inside his room it was a flurry of hands removing clothing and passionate kissing.

Once both of us were out of clothes to remove he lifted me and I gave a little leap, wrapping my legs around his hips. He sought blindly with his cock, eventually sliding right into me. I cried out into his mouth and he walked us up onto the bed so that he could get a better angle, more leverage, to make love to me the way I know we both wanted.

Hours. We spent hours wrapped up in one another until neither one of us could go another round, as much as we wanted to. It was evening by then, the room dark except for the golden glow of one lone bedside lamp. He kissed the back of my shoulder and I held his arms tightly around me.

“I love you, Bailey,” he whispered and I fell asleep, dreaming of what our life could be.

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