Page 95 of Wild Night

“Can breakfast be reheated?”

His nostrils flare, his eyes darken, and without another word, he turns and walks toward the kitchen counter, placing the drink carrier and the bag down before he moves back to me. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I watch him move around. He’s beautiful, this man of mine. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at him—of watching him.

His cast was just removed last week. The arm isn’t as strong as it was, but it doesn’t detract from his gorgeousness. When he approaches me, I don’t expect him to pick me up or even try. I also don’t give him the opportunity. Instead, I turn my back and take off running for the bedroom.

I hear him chuckle as he moves swiftly behind me. Then, when we’re in the bedroom, I turn to face him. His eyes meet mine, hold mine. He reaches between his shoulder blades, the muscles in his strong arms flexing as he grabs his shirt and pulls it off over his head, then throws it to the floor.

Slipping my thumbs beneath the waistband of my shorts, I shove them down my legs. They pool at my feet. Justin moves toward me. His hands fist in my shirt, then he guides it over my head, dropping it somewhere at our feet.

His hand cups my cheek as his eyes search mine for a moment. Then he shifts forward, and his mouth is on mine. His tongue slips inside of me, tasting me, and I whimper. Lifting my hands, I grip his arms, holding on to him so I don’t fall on the floor. My shaky legs barely hold me up.

Thankfully, they don’t need to for much longer, because Justin slides his arm around my waist, picking me up slightly as he guides me over to the bed, my knees giving out as my ass lands on the mattress with a bounce.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he stares down at me. I watch as he unbuttons, unzips, and then pushes his jeans down his legs. He kicks off his pants, and now there is nothing between us.

He’s long and hard, ready and waiting for me.

I can practically feel him.

His fingers grip the backs of my thighs, stretching me wide before he climbs between my legs. My breaths come out in pants. He grunts as I feel the head of his cock press against my center.

“Please,” I whimper.

Justin lowers his head, and his lips touch mine right before he slides inside of me. I’m wet and ready, so wet and ready. Once he’s fully seated, his eyes search mine. He doesn’t move. His body is still above me. His eyes are on mine, unmoving, unblinking. He’s just breathing and watching me.

“I love you, Posey. Every fucking part of you.”

He moves his hips slowly. His eyes stay focused on mine. He grinds his pelvis against my clit with each stroke. His breathing is heavy, coming faster with each thrust, and the way he focuses on me is almost surreal. I can’t believe that this is my life, that this is my world.

That this man is mine.

That this man who is mine is all in all the time.

Lifting my hips, I meet his strokes, my body climbing higher and higher. I am so close, so damn close. Justin shifts his arm so he’s resting on his elbow, cradling my head as he continues to roll his hips.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I squeeze. My body is climbing so high, I’m teetering on the edge and ready to fall. Ready to jump. So damn ready. And when he grinds down harder, it happens.

I come.

It consumes me.

My entire body trembles beneath his right before his mouth touches mine. His tongue fills me, tasting me, consuming me as he continues to move, and then he buries himself deep. He tears his mouth from mine and lets out a roar before he stills and I feel his cock twitch before his warm cum fills me.

“I love you, Justin.”

Lowering his face, he touches his mouth to mine. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. Everything has been said, has been felt. We are one, and we will be one for as long as we live. The wedding in a few days is just the icing on the cake of my brand-new, beautiful life.

I can’t wait.

IVY

ONE MONTH LATER

Walking into the clubhouse, I slide my thumb around the new ring on my left hand. My wedding band. I don’t know how it happened, how I fell so deeply fucking in love with this woman, but I did, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

There are people milling around. I think it’s one of the guys’ birthdays, but I’m not really focused on that. My eyes are on one person and one person only.

My woman.

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