Page 116 of Hinder
He groans. “God, yes.”
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” It’s all the invitation he needs. My fingers rake down his back, encouraging him to go deeper. Harder. Lust crackles between our bodies, a current powerful and all-consuming. I don’t even care about being quiet, and words fly from my lips as he gets me there. A burst of pleasure floods from my core and I tighten around his length as my body writhes with the intensity of my orgasm.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come,” he says between hurried breaths, and then he groans into the crook of my neck as he pumps his hips once more. His body is strong and heavy above me, but he rolls us to the side, his cock still inside. His breath is ragged, his pulse racing. “God we’re good together.”
His admission brings a smile to my lips. I kiss him. “So good.”
“Like we were always meant to be.” He holds me close and I relish in the security of his arms. “Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this happiness.”
I lean back to meet his stare. There’s a heaviness that comes over his features each time he brings up our past. I’ve forgiven him. The band has, too. But it’s part of our story and journey to where we are now. “We belong together. We always have. Everything we’ve done, good and bad, has led us here.”
“You don’t ever wish we met differently?”
I shake my head. “No. Then we wouldn’t have Axl.”
“Yeah.” His smile grows at the mention of our son, and that alone melts my heart all over again. He is such a good dad.
“I like that we met young.” I kiss his lips. “This way we have our entire lives together.”
“Be right back.” He scoots off the bed and goes into the bathroom to take care of the condom. I stare as he walks back into the room, his lean body as desirable as ever. He slides on a pair of lounge pants, the elastic band hanging low on his hips, and levels me with a smile. “Stay there. Naked. I have something to give you.”
“Okay,” I murmur, still staring at his ass.
He glances over his shoulder and meets my gaze. “Are you thinking about a round two?”
I nod and bite my lip.
He chuckles, a low throaty sound that scatters desire throughout my body. “Good.” He struts down the hall, but before I wonder where he’s gone, the man returns with a wicked grin and a pink pastry box in hand.
My stomach rumbles loudly. I guess refueling first isn’t a bad idea. “What did you get?” I tilt my head with a grin but he shakes his head.
“It’s a surprise.” He climbs onto the bed, two spoons in one hand, and the box in the other. He sits at my right and hands me a spoon. “Shall we?”
“Yes, please.”
His eyes gleam with mischief and now I’m extra curious about what’s under that flap. He flips open the top and the scent of chocolate hits my nostrils, but it’s the lettering atop the cake that takes a moment to process.
Marry me?
“We’ve only known each other a year, and it’s been filled with our fair share of ups and downs. But I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I love you, baby. I love you so damn much. It’s totally selfish of me, but I can’t wait to call you my wife. Will you marry me?”
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes and I can’t speak, because if I do, the entire floodgates will open.Thanks so much post-pregnancy hormones. I nod my head like a maniac, climb into his lap, and kiss his lips.
“That’s a yes?”
“Yes.” I kiss him again. “Yes, yes, yes.”
His smile lights up our bedroom. “You make me so happy.”
“You do the same.”
He leans back, one arm around my waist, and with the other reaches inside the end table. He digs around for what I assume is a condom, because yeah, he’s already hard, but instead he pulls out a jewelry box. A ring box. My breath catches in my lungs all over again. He really planned this.
“If you don’t like it we can exchange it for something else.” He pops open the top and holds it out for my inspection.
Big. My first reaction.Beautiful. My next.
He slides the gold band onto my finger. The center stone catches the light and I hold it out for us both to see. A perfect fit. “I love it. I love you. I love us.”
