Page 56 of Eros
“And you’re sure it won’t point to us?”
“No. They’ll connect the investigation to the cartels, and you’ll be able to have a proper goodbye.”
“I’ll be glad when it’s all over,” she said, as she pushed me on back, then climb on top of me, straddling my hips. “Then we can move on with our lives.”
“And what does moving on look like to you?”
I knew what it meant for me. Janea Thorne would be my wife, my old lady, my everything.
“You, me, and Ambrose. Happy, healthy, and safe.”
“I like the sound of that.” My fingers dug into the flesh of her hips when she grinds against me. “And what’s the first thing you want to do?”
“Vacation. Somewhere warm. Is there any place Ambrose wants to go?”
One thing I loved about Janea was that she always included my son in everything. She wanted to know how he felt about her being around more, so I had no problem asking. He was thrilled. And that was new for my son. He didn’t like a lot of people, but he had taken to her.
“Yeah, the North Pole, but I’m pretty sure that’s out of the question,” I said, laughing. “Santa’s on his shit list, and he’s got a few words he wants to say to him.”
Her carefree laughter caused my heart to seize inside my chest. She never sounded so happy. So free. Even when she was playing with Ambrose, there was always a tinge of sadness in her eyes and voice. But not now.
Her breath hitched as my fingers brushed the edge of her jaw, tentatively, reverently. She was something sacred to me even if she didn’t know it.
We didn’t speak because we didn’t need to. My eyes locked onto hers, unguarded, like we’d stopped running. Like we’d concluded that this was real even though we’d already said I love you. That we were going to give this a real chance. There was nothing to stand in the way now.
The air between us was filled with so much tension it was almost suffocating.
One shallow breath, then two as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I could no longer hold back. I kissed her, and it was so desperate like we’d been holding back for so long even though we had been together multiple times. Tonight was just different.
Her fingers locked onto my hair as she groaned into my mouth, her wet slit moving against my hard dick. My mouth was just as fierce, searching, like I needed to memorize her just in case shit went to hell tomorrow.
She kissed me back with everything she had as our bodies collided with the kind of urgency that only came when two people had freedom to be with one another and were not waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Grabbing her ass, I slowly pushed inside her, feeling her grip me. We moved together with a kind of urgency that wasn’t rushed but expected. Every touch answered every question we didn’t voice to one another. Every breath shared was an unspoken vow that this was forever. What mattered wasn’t the outside world, the death of her father, or how her brother was dealing with the aftermath because the outside world didn’t exist. What mattered was the way her moans and whimpers would become the soundtrack for the rest of our lives. What mattered was the way her spine arched beneath my palm, the way my mouth found the hollow of her throat as she rode my dick. It was the way we’d carry each other’s secrets until the day we died.
“That’s it, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
“Niko,” she whimpered
“Take it, it’s yours,” I said through gritted teeth, holding back my own orgasm.
As her hips rolled, and we got lost in the sound, smell, and feel of each other, I knew there was no one left on the Earth for me. Janea Thorne was all mine.
“Let go, baby,” I said, pinching her clit. “Come for me.”
Her breath hitched, lips parted, and then it happened. Slow at first, like a fuse burning toward something that was ready to explode. Her body arched, fingers clawed at my shoulders. The way her guard shattered. The way she let me see her, all of her, without armor.
I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. Just watched.
Her face twisted in something between pain and release, and I knew this wasn’t just pleasure. It was her release from the past as she fell apart.
I didn’t need words from her. I just held her through it, like I’d always promised I would do.
Chapter Thirty-One
Janea
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