Page 85 of Forecheck
Our bodies moved on autopilot. Wrapping her legs around my waist and locking her ankles at the small of my back, she tugged me closer. I fisted myself, groaning at how good the pressure felt, and lined up, knowing my hand could never compare to pushing inside her.
I slowly sank into her body, and we let out twin sighs of relief when I was fully seated.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned, holding still, content for the moment to bask in this connection. I’d been this close to other women before, found myself in this position countless times, but fucking was vastly different from making love.
“Move.”
One word from her perfect lips. A command I happily obeyed without question. There was no slow lead up this time, no working her over until my restraint snapped. Already, her pussy fluttered around me, clenching me so tightly I could burst in a few strokes. She’d been close before I’d taken my mouth off her, and I knew she once again overlooked that cliff, ready for me to toss us both into oblivion.
“Hold on.”
Like a little koala, she wrapped herself tightly around me, the bite of her fingernails into my skin urging me on.
My hips moved frantically, pistoning in and out of her so fast and hard that my headboard slapped against the wall in time with my thrusts. Berkley’s moans gained volume, reaching a crescendo as she fell apart beneath me, her back arching off the bed as she screamed my name. Her inner walls gripped me so tightly that I followed her down, dropping my face into her neck, mumbling her name over and over as I worked us through it. When she stopped pulsing at last, when I’d spilled every drop of release I had to give inside her, I stilled. Withdrawing, I looked between us to watch as my cum dripped out of her, and I swiped a finger through it.
“Open up.”
Berkley unhinged her jaw without question, sucking our combined releases off the finger I shoved it into her mouth.
“This is what you do to me,” I told her as her teeth scraped over the pad of my finger. “Tous.”
My finger popped free, and she said, “I love you.”
Every thought whooshed out of my mind as I sat back on my heels.
“I…what?”
She gave me a small, knowing smile. “I love you,” she repeated.
“Berk…you know I love you, but I don’t want you to say it to me in the heat of the moment. I did just fuck your brains out, and I love that for us, but…”
“This is not a heat of the moment admission,” she said, sitting up and crawling onto my lap. “I love you. I wanted to say it back to you in Vegas, but I was so scared. I’ve been hurt before, and it jaded me. I didn’t understand how you could want me. How I was supposed to keep you if I couldn’t even keep a loser like Lee faithful.”
I cupped Berkley’s cheeks in my hands, eyes darting across her face, taking in every detail that had become so precious tome. “There isn’t a single thing about you that I would change, Berkley Daniels. You’re it for me, and I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”
Silver lined her eyes as she offered me a watery smile. “I’m not either,” she said. “You’re stuck with me forever.”
Warmth bloomed in my chest, and a grin overtook my entire face. “I love you.”
“And I love you.”
Our admissions and declarations had hardened me again, and my cock pressed insistently between us. With a slight shift and the help of Berkley’s hand, I was once again buried inside her.
I took her slow this time, letting her raise and lower herself on my cock at her leisure. I kept one arm banded around her waist and the other gripping her thigh, filling her completely every time she dropped down onto my lap. Her fingers anchored in my hair, gently sifting through the strands.
Our gazes held the entire time, never wavering. We murmured affirmations and pleas as we moved together. Hearts beating as one, we came in unison, whispering “I love you” to each other as we broke apart and quivered in each other’s arms, forged into one.
Afterward, we cuddled up together, her leg slung over my thigh, my arms wrapped around her. She traced lazy patterns over the tattoos on one of my arms.
“What do they all mean?” she asked quietly, scraping her nails over the tops of the trees that covered the bulk of my deltoid, a lake nestled between them.
So I detailed them all, the time periods in my life they each represented. The Spartan helmet, the Roman numerals indicating the birth years of Mom, Dad, Nate, and Kenze. The quotes I loved, the flowers my mom favored, the ice rink scene on my right forearm. All the little intricate details—some of them sentimental, some simply things I thought were cool. How thatscene with the trees and lake represented my family cabin on Silver Lake, which was about a half hour drive from Lake Placid in upstate New York, less than three hours from where I’d grown up in Albany.
“The cabin has been in my family for years,” I told Berkley, goosebumps raising on my skin as she pressed her lips to the five tiny fingers sitting shoulder to shoulder at the end of the dock. “When I signed my first major contract extension, I began upgrading it to suit my family’s needs. What had started as a tiny, seven hundred-square-foot log structure on two hundred feet of lakefront property had since tripled in size—both the cabin and our shoreline—thanks in equal parts to my purchase of the lots on either side and the massive new house we’d finished construction on a few years ago. My parents had balked at the price tag initially—”
Berkley snorted, cutting me off. “Good to know I’m not the only one who hates when you spend gobs of money on shit.”
I dug my fingers into her sides, her giggles music to my ears.
