Page 72 of Freeing Denver
“Deeper than I ever have.” He slides into me.
I let out a soft cry. “My poor pussy.”
He sinks deeper, his jaw tense. “Do you need a break?”
“I’m no quitter.”
Colt laughs, and the sound does as much to me as his cock. Once he’s fully inside me, I’m fairly sure I’m pinned to the bed. I’m trembling with anticipation, focusing on the intricate art across his chest to stop myself begging him to fuck me.
He kisses the hollow at the base of my throat. “Have I ruined you, Del?” He’s as breathless as me.
“Yes. Mind, body, and fucking soul,” The final word becomes a whimper as he pulls out slowly. “I’ll only ever know how to love you for the rest of my life.”
I mean every word, just as I always have with him.
I love him.
And it’s a love that won’t break or deceive or hurt.
It’s a love that will make me.
A love that will make us both.
True to his word,Colt fucks me deeper than he ever has, the wet patch on the bed proof. He delivered on his promise, and I squirted on his cock, begging him to fuck me forever, to love me forever, to always make me feel like he constantly does.
And now, cuddling on the couch, we’re discussing our future.
“At least two kids,” I say, snuggling into his bare chest and tracing the lines of his tattoos.
“Two? I thought you’d want more.”
I rest my chin on his chest. “Do you want more?”
“I’d have twenty with you.”
I grin and rest my cheek against him. “I object to that.”
Colt runs his hand up my spine, his palm warm, and he kisses the top of my head softly. “Two it is, then.”
Closing my eyes, I bask in his words, in the future we’re going to have together. We’re so damn close. Pulling myself out of his hold, I carefully walk to the minibar, and he laughs.
“What?”
“Told you you’d feel me for days.”
I give him the finger, and he winces in mock hurt. “Ouch. You’re supposed to love me, Del.”
“Fine.” I slide my wedding ring off and put it on my middle finger, flipping him off again. “How’s that?”
He grins. “It definitely lessens the blow.”
Grabbing more chocolate, I snuggle back onto his chest and admire my ring. “I might leave it there. It can be our own little message, a way of telling you I love you even if I can’t say it.”
He kisses my nose. “Good plan.” His ringtone bursts the moment, and he sighs. “It’s Alistair.”
“Go into detail just to piss him off.”
He laughs and answers. “Be an emergency, or—” He pauses, and I can hear Alistair talking. “How many?” I try to sit up, but Colt holds me in place. “Okay, we’ll be out in five. Can you send Taf up?”
