Page 152 of The One
Because every time I did it, her nails stabbed me even harder.
“Rhett!” She gasped in some air. “The muscles in your back. Your ass. You have no idea how hot this looks.”
Within a few more pounces, I growled, “You’re going to come … I can fucking feel it.”
And so was I.
The tingling was moving through my balls and into my shaft. It was bringing this wild wave of pleasure that was making everything turn numb.
“I love you,” she cried.
I was slamming her so hard that her lips vibrated over mine.
“I love you more.” Once the last word left me, the first stream of cum shot from my tip. “Fuck!”
She was there too.
Shuddering.
Screaming, “Rhett,” just the way I’d wanted.
Our movements matched.
Our breaths intertwined.
Our voices turned hoarse from all the shouting.
It took several dips of her milking me before I was empty. Her body was already still at that point, and I joined her in that quietness, breathing over her lips, hers in a smile.
Her nails pulled back from my skin, and her arms tightened around me. “I missed you. I missed this.”
“You’re never going to have to miss it again.” I gently kissed her. “You’re mine now. And mine forever.”
FORTY-EIGHT
Lainey
Present Day
Once I heard the knock, I rushed around my apartment, grabbing my jean jacket and purse and keys, and walked to the door. The smile was already on my face as I reached for the knob and opened it. But where I expected Rhett to be on the other side, there was someone else.
A beautiful little girl in pigtails and a baby-pink T-shirt with a matching tutu-style skirt and the most adorable pink Chucks. She was holding a bouquet of pink daisies that she handed to me. “For you.”
Her grin was so large, and I felt my own lips pull even wider.
“Thank you. You must be Daisy.”
“How did you know?”
I laughed. “I recognized your photo. Your uncle is very proud of you and has shown me many pictures of you.”
“He has?” She gave off a devilish grin. “Uncle ’Ett is my best friend. Did you know that?”
“I would say you’re his best friend too.” I could feel Rhett’s stare on me as he stood against the wall on the side of the door. I held out my hand to her. “I’m Lainey. It’s so lovely to finally meet you, Daisy.”
“Uncle ’Ett says your last name is Taylor. Do you know how cool that is? Taylor Swift is my favorite singer in the whole wide world. And since your name has Taylor in it, that makes me think you’re so cool too.” She shook my hand. “I’m Daisy”—she giggled—“but you already know that.”
When I went to pull my hand back, she readjusted the way she was holding it, keeping our fingers together, and said, “Come on, Lainey. We’re going to lunch. Uncle ’Ett says I’m buying. He-he.”
