Page 67 of Breakout
Reaching up with one hand, I gather her hair, wrapping it around my fist. Then I pull her head back, looking down at the name “Hayes” on her back.
My last name.
I wish this condom were gone. I wish I was pumping her full of my cum. Starting the family I want us to have.
I see it now. Our future life laid out before us.
If only she would let us have it.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I begin to thrust into her, fucking her hard as I pull on her hair. Her body reacts to mine as if it were meant for me. With every movement, her body echoes my own. I thrust, and she pushes back into it. I pull, she moans out, angling her neck so I can pull more. I smack her ass, and she pushes it higher in the air.
I’m on the verge of losing it, but I refuse to. Not until she orgasms again.
Looking down, I see her ass clenching as if it’s winking at me.
It’s risky, but I suck the thumb on my free hand into my mouth until it’s wet. Then I spit on it. Rubbing from her taint to hole, I gauge her reaction. When she presses into my finger, I take it as the go-ahead. I press in firmly, letting her body decide how much to take.
“Oh. Oh god. Beck. Fuck.”
She presses against me hard, her pussy soaking my dick as she comes. It’s enough to make my cock jerk inside of her, filling the condom with my own release.
I hold still, letting the aftershocks of her orgasm fade. When she turns her head, looking back at me, I slowly slip my finger out of her ass, making her moan out again.
“You liked that, huh?”
She looks shy as she bites her bottom lip and nods.
“We can explore that more later.”
Pulling out of her, I dispose of the condom, making sure to show her the wrapper going into the tissue and into the trash.
She giggles at my antics.
“Are you going to stay the night?” she asks me.
I look over at her. “It’s against the rules.”
She shakes her head. “Not tonight. Tonight, I’m your real wife, and you’re my real husband, right? Married couples sleep together.”
I see it then. It’s the permission in her head to give in to this thing between us. To let her feel it all without the guilt or anxiety or worry.
“Then yeah, I’m staying. Scoot over.”
Climbing into bed beside her, I let her settle onto my chest. This is how it’s supposed to be. How we could always be if she’d let us.
“Good night, Beck.”
Feeling content for the first time in my life, I whisper, “Good night, Peyton.”
fourteen
Beck pulls up to the gate, and I lean forward, staring at the property in front of me.
“This is insane. This can’t be right, right?” I mutter.
“Only one way to find out,” Beckett says as he rolls down his window. He hits a button on the intercom system, and we wait to see if someone on the other side will respond.
“Can I help you?”
