Page 42 of A Forbidden Spring
“Yes, gentle, sweet, make love to me orgasms,” I tell him, flopping back on the bed and throwing my non-casted arm over my face. “I need fuck me into the mattress ones, Merrick. Ineedthem.”
Blowing out a breath, he settles next to me, gently pulling my arm down so I can see him. “I do love you.”
“I love you too, but?—”
“I love you, and seeing you in that car is something that I need time to get over. I know you think I’m treating you with kid gloves, but all I think about is that I almost lost the woman I’m madly in love with because I was too fucking scared to say the words.”
Tears fill my eyes like they always do when we talk about the accident—when we talk about the aftermath and everything in between. Beau and Harlan never told anyone what happened when they got to the house, but Merrick’s father was nowhere in sight when I was discharged a few days later.
Mountain Side Salon and Spa was signed over to Merrick the following week. Aside from the paperwork, there’d been no further communication from his family.
I thought it might break him, but my mother has taken it upon herself to make sure he knows he’s loved and cherished andhomehere in Wintervale.
With us.
Because he didn’t just come here to find ahim and meus.
He found afamilyus.
And atownus,too.
But he doesn’t need to rehash that this morning, so instead I clear my throat and bat my lashes at him. “You’ve got lots of words now.”
“I’m not sure I’ve ever been happy…not really.” Taking my hand, he kisses my knuckles and I let him, because despite my need for an abundance of earth-shattering orgasms, I needhimmore.
I need him always.
“I love that you’re happy. I’m justexcitedfor bossy.”
“You can have both, Hellcat. You can have it all.”
“I already do.”
EPILOGUE
MERRICK
5 MONTHS LATER
Wren’s engagement ring glitters under the fluorescent lights in my office, her body gloriously bent over my desk, her pants pulled down to her ankles as I piston into her. It’s after hours, but I love how badly she’s trying to be quiet, pretending this isn’texactlywhat she wanted when she sauntered in here.
“That’s it,” I praise her, my eyes practically rolling back in my head as her pussy swallows my dick over and over into her tight wet heat.
“Merrick.”
“I love seeing my ring on your finger, baby, showing the whole god damn world you’re mine.”
“Oh my God.”
I grip the back of her neck, holding her in place as I give her what she wants—what she needs. Her hands claw at the desk as she comes on a silent scream, the intensity of her orgasm sending me right over the edge with her.
It’s everything.
Because she’s everything.
Myeverything.
Collapsing back into my chair, I pull her with me, not wanting to break our connection just yet.
