Page 99 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
Love. Happiness.
Forever.
My entire life I’ve been the man who’s made the wrong decisions. I think it’s about time I made the right one.
She pulls away, a little confused about what just happened. “I hate to assume what that meant, Linc, so I’m going to need you to explain what that kiss was for.”
I lean in to give her one more small one before I adjust her in my arms.
“That means there’s no more fake.” I stand up, bringing her in my hold as I start walking toward her bedroom. She’s silent as I take the short walk down the hallway, kicking open her bedroom door before laying her on her bed. “From this point on, you’re mine. But more than that, I’m yours, Ainsley Mae.”
I watch as her eyes and smile catch up to the words I just said. But I’m not done.
“Let them write what they want. If they want to call us fake, let them. Only we know what we are. What we have.”
“We have each other,” she says. “Together.”
“You and me.”
Our words are whispers as I lean down, kissing her deeply. This is how I should’ve known she was special. From the first time we kissed—drunk and a little crazy on the high of the night and the act we were putting on—our kiss was seamless. Our tongues knew where they wanted to go, and how they wantedto connect. Our mouths never stumbled, always knowing how to take and give in the perfect balance.
“So fucking beautiful,” I grit out as my mouth starts kissing down her neck and chest. “So fucking mine.”
My cock hardens as the words leave my mouth. Never did I think I’d ever call anyone “mine.” And maybe before, that was true. But I didn’t know Ainsley then. I didn’t know that everything could change when you found the person who made you whole. Who made you smile. Laugh.
Love.
“You feel so good,” Ainsley breaths out as I quickly take off her shirt and bra. “How do you make me feel so good?”
“I could ask you the same question,” I mumble as my tongue circles over her nipple before I latch onto it, squeezing the other as her hips start bucking underneath me. “Do you see how hard I am for you? You do this to me, Ainsley. Only you. Only ever you.”
She nods as I stand up, pushing down the joggers and boxer briefs I have on before using one hand to pull off the Fury T-shirt I’m wearing. When my cock springs free, I see the heat flick on in Ainsley’s eyes. I start stroking myself, and if I had any questions on whether we’re on the same page for what’s about to happen, my girl gets on her hands and knees and starts crawling across the bed to me.
Holy fuck…my good girl isn’t so good anymore…
“So if I’m yours, and you’re mine, does that include this?”
Her hand travels to my cock, stroking it just like I taught her to. “Yes.”
When did my Ainsley Mae get a dirty side to her? It’s like with two minimal swear words, the flood gates opened.
But I’m not mad about it. Not at all. Especially if she continues to touch me like she’s doing.
“I want you, Linc. I want you to have me. All of me. Nothing between us.”
I forget to breathe for a second. “Ainsley? Are you sure? Don’t think you have to?—”
She cuts me off with a kiss. “Yes. I’ve been on the pill for years. I’m clean.”
“I am too,” I say. “We’re tested regularly. And I’ve never gone without.”
Ainsley traces a finger gently up and down my sternum, my breath hitching along the way. “Then take me, Linc. Make me yours.”
Ainsley will never have to ask me twice for anything in this life. And surely not this.
Our kiss this time is full of fire and passion, my hands on her waist as I lay her back down on the bed. My hands travel down from her back to her hips, down to her thighs where I part her legs.
“You’re so wet for me already,” I say, licking my lips as one finger enters her. “Do you want my cock, Ainsley Mae?”
