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CHAPTER 6

JUNIPER

The weight shifting in bed and Zoey’s ass wiggling against my morning wood is what alerts me to her attempt to escape. I’m not going to let it happen. Not when she could try and avoid me or misinterpret what happened last night. I’m not going to allow it.

I was serious last night when I told her that once I’m inside her it’s over. If she thought it was all hot air and I wouldn’t keep my word, she’s going to be in for a rude awakening. I haven’t said it, but I’m in love with the girl and I won’t be letting her go.

My heart wouldn’t allow it and I’m pretty sure my body would revolt if I tried.

Everything which was up in the air in my life before, the questions and the uncertainty, came into beautiful focus the moment I saw her and it’s something I intend to hold onto for the rest of my life. I need a purpose in my life and she’s it for me.

I’m going to help make all her dreams come true. The only payment I want in return is her love and her life. We’ll give each other everything.

She tries to wiggle out of my hold again, but I don’t let her. My hand glides up her body to cup her tit, my thumb sliding over her nipple. Her body responds to mine immediately which has my dick throbbing against her ass, begging me to slide into her wet heat.

I never knew heaven before I slid inside my woman’s body. I know it now and I plan to devote myself to worshiping her for the rest of my life.

“Where are you trying to go, Sweetheart?” My voice is heavy with sleep and coarse as hell, making her freeze in my hold.

“Um,” she holds the sound out as if she’s buying herself some time, “I figured I should go back to my bed?”

She poses it as a question and not a statement and I nuzzle my face into her neck in response, thankful, again, I don’t have a whole mess of hair to contend with and can get to her skin so easily. My woman having short hair has its advantages. And it makes her look like a fucking badass.

“Are you working tonight?”

She’s going to learn very quickly that her question is utterly ridiculous. If I have my way, which I have every intention to, my Zoey isn’t going to be sleeping anywhere other than in this bed from now on. If she needs me to prove how serious I am then I’m prepared to do that.

I’ll do anything for her.

“No, this is my weekend off, but I’ll have to get some sleep today.” She lets out a sigh. “I can’t totally flip over my sleeping schedule when I’m not working, though it’s tempting. It makes it too hard to go back to work.”

I cuddle up against her, curling my body around hers and hoping it makes her feel safe and comforted instead of trapped. The way she relaxes against me tells me everything I need to know. It has my entire body buzzing with need and possession.

“Good.” I kiss her neck and nip at her earlobe causing her to suck in a sharp breath. I can’t help but smile at how damn cute she is and the way a blush works its way up her neck. I give her breast a squeeze, reminding her exactly the way I’m touching her body. “Maybe you’d like to hang out with me while I work. When you need to take a nap or something, I can stop. I don’t want to keep you up if you need to sleep, Sweetheart.”

Zoey rolls in my arms and I lighten my hold just enough to allow her to do so even though I hate letting of her even a little. I hate not having the weight of her breast in my hand, but it is overshadowed by being able to look into her blue eyes and having both of her round globes pressed against my chest. Her eyes search mine. I’m not sure what she’s looking for, but I have a pretty good idea.

Her voice is tentative, “You don’t want me to go back to my room?”

“Never,” the word comes out as a snarl which has her eyes widening. I shake my head as my hand glides up her spine and grabs the nape of her neck. There’s a challenge in my tone, “Did you think I was going to let you do some fucked up walk of shame in your own home?”

Zoey blinks at me and squeaks out, “My home?”

I find myself grinning at her; she’s so fucking cute. I nod slowly, my words measured, “Yes, Zo. This is your home. It was the moment I opened the door and you walked over the threshold. This is where you belong. I don’t know how I held off for so long letting you sleep in the other room, but it’s ending today. This is your room, your bed.”

“That’s a really big step, Juniper,” she casts her eyes downward; I hate it.

I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger, bringing her eyes back up to mine. There’s no malice in my words, but they are firm, “No, it’s not. It’s not a big step, Zoey, because it’s the right step. I knew it the moment I met you. I would have had you sleeping right here next to me the first night if I thought I could get away with it.”

She teases me, “Is there anything you don’t think you can get away with?”

I smirk at her and then roll us so she’s straddling me, my hard cock trapped between us. She might not be ready to say all the sweet words and believe my own, but she can’t deny how much her body wants me. I can feel how wet she is as my shaft splits the lips of her pussy. She’s coating me in her arousal, making me groan as I grip her hips.

“Stop denying what we both know is true,” I growl out the words, needing her to feel how fucking serious I am about this. About us.

I grip her hip with one hand, directing her high enough as I grip the base of my dick with my other hand and angle myself upward. Her blue eyes darken when she feels the crown against her entrance and starts to sink down onto me.

Letting go of my cock, I grip both of her hips and slam her down my length, both of us moaning, the sound melding and creating something all our own. We work together, my hips pumping upward as she rides me and my hands on her hips helping her set the pace. I want to give control over to her in some ways, but I’m unable to do so completely. I need her to know the passion which burns between us is too big to contain; it’s too big to go slow.

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