Page 92 of Crashing the Altar
Back bowing, I shattered. Bliss sparked outward from my core, sending me soaring. The pure ecstasy Tripp wrought between my thighs was enough to wipe my mind blank, and finally—finally—I was at peace.
His tongue eased me down through the aftershocks, and when he finally stopped, I dropped my forehead to the wall, panting.
“Don’t move,” Tripp commanded roughly.
The idea that I would disobey was laughable. I couldn’t move a muscle right now if I tried.
He slid out from between my legs, and I felt the mattress dip before his hot, hard body came to rest at my back. My hair was swept over my shoulder, and a featherlight kiss was placed on the nape of my neck.
Against my skin, he whispered, “I love you.”
My heart squeezed, and I craned my neck to peek at him. His eyes were like a window into his soul; I could read everything he was feeling written inside them. Fear stood at the forefront, though it was difficult to decipher whether he was scared more for me or for himself. All I knew was that I wanted to erase that frightened look in his blue gaze. But I had no clue how to do that when I was fucking terrified myself.
“I can’t lose you,” I croaked out, emotion clogging my throat.
Tripp shook his head. “Never. You will never lose me.”
He said that now, but what would happen if, when those paternity tests came back, we didn’t get the answer we wanted? How would he be able to stand the sight of me—his wife—carrying another man’s baby? How would he make peace with the fact that Jake would become a permanent piece of my life?
Tripp was my best friend. I knew him almost better than I knew myself. But we were venturing into uncharted waters. He was the best man I knew, but this situation was heavy enough to test even the strongest of relationships.
I wanted to have faith in him, but I wasn’t sure we could survive this.
He gripped my chin. “Let me take care of you.”
Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I nodded.
A corner of his lips tipped up. “That’s my girl.”
Those words were enough to have warmth filling my chest.
Releasing my face, he tapped his fingers along my knuckles still firmly gripping the top edge of the headboard. “Keep these here.”
Facing forward, I let my head drop onto his shoulder, releasing a shaky exhale.
Tripp’s lips brushed against the shell of my ear. “Good girl.”
Fuck. The role reversal had me biting back a moan. I would do just about anything to please him in this moment.
His knee nudged my thighs wider apart on the mattress. The hard length of his cock nestled against my ass, and he dipped so that it could fit against my seam, the head of it nudging my clit and causing me to cry out.
A chuckle sounded in my ear. “Not gonna take much to get you there again, is it, Lucky?”
My reply was a whimper.
Voice gravelly, he mused, “I love making you come. Feeling your hot pussy mold around my dick, squeezing it so tight that I can scarcely breathe. It’s like nothing on this earth. You’re insane if you think I’d ever give that up. You’re my one and only, and it’s going to stay that way, you hear?”
Eyes burning, I squeezed them shut, praying those final words would still hold true if this all went sideways.
Accepting my silence as agreement, he pulled his hips back enough that his erection was poised at my entrance, and the blunt head pushed inside that first inch. The novelty of his thick, curved cock hadn’t worn off. I craved the stretch that came with our two bodies becoming one, loving that I could still feel him there long after he withdrew.
With my hands stuck in place, I arched my back, forcing him to sink deeper, and he didn’t bother to stifle his deep groan of pleasure.
“I was made for you, remember?” The words were said as his hips surged forward, stealing my breath away with the fullness of him being buried as deep as he could go.
His lips dusted kisses along the curve of my neck and over my shoulder. “Fucking heaven,” he breathed.
One hand settled over the slight swell of my belly in a protective hold while the other came up to pluck at my hypersensitive nipples as Tripp began to gently rock into me from behind.
