Page 115 of Rebellious

He plucks the marker from my hand and tosses it behind me. “Now that we have the details out of the way, we can eat.”

It hits me then. “Wait, you didn’t get down on one knee. If I only get to do this once, I want to tell our children that their father dropped to one knee when he asked me to marry him.”

His tongue snakes over his lips. “You can tell them I dropped to one knee, but it wasn’t to ask you to marry me.”

He lifts me up and turns, pushing me onto the bed. “But I’m pretty sure you won’t tell our future children about this moment,” he says. “I think it’s about to get highly inappropriate.”

I squeal when he pulls my butt to the edge, my hands bracing me from falling on my back. “Gah, I’ve missed this Bennett.”

He smirks, yanking my sleep pants and underwear down at the same time. “I never want to see pants on you again.”

“Ditto.” I eye his jean clad bulge.

When he has my pants off one ankle, he grabs both calves and pushes them back until my heels rest along the bed’s edge. I’m panting and dripping while he stands back, taking his fill.

I make no move to cover myself. For years I’ve wanted Bennett to look at me with nothing but need. Now that he is, I’ll never cut him off.

“You wanted me on one knee, yes?” He asks all gruff.

I nod. “Yes, please.”

It’s not that I was being nice; I just can’t take my eyes off him. His body lowers to one knee, his face between my thighs. Nothing will ever be this sexy. He takes my thighs and eases them apart.

“Oh, shit,” I groan, my head falling back to the mattress.

“Open your eyes, Ms. Jameson. I want you to remember this moment so you can tell it properly.”

My eyes fly open and widen as his mouth descends on my center. Heat consumes me as his tongue barges its way into my opening, stretching it with blissful pleasure. His arms wrap around my legs and pull me to him, pinning me to his beautiful torture.

“I won’t last,” I tell him. “It’s too intense.”

He growls against my sensitive flesh. “Then you’ll know what it’s always felt like for me. Intense and never long enough. But not anymore, Asp.”

He swipes a torturous stroke against the bundle of nerves. “Because now, we have forever.”

The Forever Rule

We shall never love another

Aspen

Eighteen Months later…

“Fuck me!”

I cry out, right before Bennett’s hand claps over my mouth. “Be quiet or they’ll hear you.”

Honestly, with his cock buried bellybutton deep, I don’t care who hears my screams.

I nod under his hand, right before he rolls his hips, which elicits another moan.

“Aspen, seriously. Be quiet.”

My back arches and I grab the headboard preparing for his next thrust. “You’re not making it any easier on me,” I mumble from around his hand.

He chuckles. “You’re the one who came into my room in nothing but my jersey.”

True. Being back home stirred up memories I wanted to change. Those nights with a shower door separating us were over. I knew the minute I climbed through the window of his childhood bedroom, I was going to fuck him senseless. Call me kinky but we were doing it, at least once. I waited years, lying in this same bed, dreaming of Bennett being balls deep inside of me.

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