Page 80 of Secrets That Bind Us
He leads me back out onto the dance floor, hand on the small of my back, the other in his paw of a hand. He leads us around the old, sticky dance floor, and I get to hold onto my dream. “Wait. Where are the kids?” I ask, looking up at him, finally taking him in. God, he’s breathtaking.
He smiles down crookedly at me, dimple deep, oceanic eyes glittering. The storms in them have calmed. “Noah passed out, and Savannah’s painting. Evan told me to come get you. Apparently Zo texted a while ago– said you both have had enough socializing for the evening. But I couldn't resist spinning you around. Sweep you off your feet for a little while.”
“You sweep me off my feet all the time, Dean Carson.”
“Is that right?”
I inhale his scent once more and sigh dreamily. “Yeah. I can’t wait to be Mrs. Carson. You know that’s what theCin Verity C. Huntington is?”
He stops dancing as couples around us keep going, stage lights still twirling. He stares down at me. “Verity…”
I can’t help it. Tears fill my eyes as I stare up at the tenderness in his gaze. Since that night he asked if my soul called out to his, it’s like my tear ducts started working again.
He cups the back of my head just as his lips crash down to mine. Our lips part to accept the other in a kiss so full of fire, I can feel how it sends fissure-like sparks shooting down to my core and throughout every extremity, reaching my fingertips only to race back to my heart. We part, and I say the truth I've been holding onto for years. “It will only ever be you. I carried you with me and never let you go. I will never let you go, Dean. You fucked me up.” I admit on bated breath, as the soft music continues. But it’s just us on this sticky dance floor. It’s just me and him, and the twirling bodies around us have disappeared.
My heart will forever beat for him and him alone.
He swallows, eyes searching mine. “You have to marry me, Verity. Please. I love you. I can’t keep living like we’re friends. I can’t anddon’twant to be a secret to the kids. I want us. Everything that comes with us. Tell me yes. We’ll talk to the kids. I’ll be there every step of the way. We’ll navigate it all together like we should’ve always done. I know I said your pace, but I don’t think I can wait anymore. Please, Verity. Make me the happiest man in the world and tell me you’ll marry me. This isn’t how I planned it, and I promise I’ll do another proposal in front of the kids to set an example, but please, baby. Please say you’ll marry me.”
It’s so simple, and yet, it’s everything. Because thisisus. Hurried and frenzied and crazy, but only the kind of crazy we can understand. “Yes.”
He crashes his lips to mine again and kisses me until I’m dizzy. It’s not the whiskey. It’s all Dean. The way he kisses, the way he smells, the way he loves me so brutally it would scare anyone who isn’t us. “I need to get you home. I need to fuck you until we’re both raw and sweaty.” He hurries. “I’m gonna tie your hands to the fucking headboard, and pound your pussy till you see stars, baby.”
I giggle breathlessly, still dazed– that warmth shooting back down to my pussy. I want him to lick it. God he eats pussy so good. I don’t want to think how he got so good at it so instead all I say is- “Okay.”
He grabs my hand, whirling me one last time, and the world comes back into focus. The faces of our friends, the people we went to school with, and strangers peering at us.
Zoey grins a big, flashy grin, like she knowsexactlywhat just transpired as we make our way back to her. She hands me a new shot of whiskey, and she raises it to me. “Congratulations?” she asks.
I smile broadly, clinking mine to hers and nod. Before I tip the glass back, Dean leans down and whispers. “That’s the last one. I don’t want you to blackout mid-fuck. I want you to remember every throb of my cock when I come deep inside your gorgeous pussy.”
I melt. I’m melting. I knock the drink back and grab their hands. “Y’all ready?”
Zoey laughs. “Let’s go so you can get laid, girlfriend. Kiddos can stay with me tonight.”
And that’sexactlyhow your best friendstaysyour best friend for seventeen years.
Chapter Thirty-One
Dean
Present Day
Once we’re in the bedroom I waste no time shoving her cute dress up, shoving my face between her thighs and inhale deeply at her scent like a fucking animal. I pull down her panties and she steps out of them fast. Grabbing her hips, I twirl her around and have her bend over for me, bracing herself on the edge of the bed so I can shove my tongue into her juicy pussy, slurping up every drop she gives me.
“Dean!” she spreads her thighs farther and I shove the cheeks of her ass open and shove my tongue there, too. She gasps; thighs tremble but she doesn’t stop me. I go back to her pussy and let my fingers rim her asshole. One day I’ll get in there – but tonight is not that night. I need to feel her come around my dick and I need to fill her pussy.
I groan, tasting her ambrosia, reaching down to unfasten my belt and my jeans, stroking my already aching cock. God, she tastes so fucking good. I could eat her all day every day. Every meal. I stand up, help her on the bed, position myself behind her and shove as much of myself as I can into her hot, already pulsating pussy, clenching around me like she needs more.
I fucking love that.
I pound into her so hard, my knees keep shuffling and sweat is already dampening my skin but I don’t give a fuck. I shiver when Verity squeals my name as she comes around my dick, holding onto my headboard for dear life, just like I promised.I reach over to the nightstand and grab the first available thing I can find to bind her hands to it.
Perfect- an old tie.
She’ll never be able to say I ain’t a man of my word.
After we dropped off Zo, we raced to her place because she was getting sohandsyon the drive back. And I’m so fucking happy we’re here.
