Page 31 of The One You Chose

“Get in.” I motioned to the shower.

Complying, she got in, watching me disrobe through the steam. Her arms wrapped around herself as she stood in the hot water.

As I stepped into the shower, she moved so that I could stand under the water with her. I shook my head, moving her back under the warm stream until her teeth stopped chattering. “You get warm first.”

She ran a cool hand up my chest, her fingers teasing my nipple before cupping the back of my neck. “I was so cold before.”

“But you’re not anymore?” I asked breathing in the sweetness of her warming skin. I bent down to suck that little spot where her throat meets her collarbone into my mouth.

“Now I’m burning up.” Her words throaty as my hands wandered down her body. In the heat of the shower, our bodies were slick together. Grabbing behind her knee, I pulled one leg up until it wrapped around my hip. I leaned against the cold tile of the shower, her leg hitched up around me, her smooth heat rubbing against my cock.

“I don’t have a condom in here,” I breathed out as she ground herself on me.

“I have the implant.” She pulled away, studying me. “And I got tested after my last boyfriend.”

I shook my head, amazed that she would trust me with this. At my last check-up, six months before, I had the doctor run tests as well. I knew I was good to go, but she couldn’t know that. “Are you sure? We don’t have to. I want you to be comfortable. I can make you feel good without those risks if you want to wait.”

She shook her head. “No. I trust you.” She blinked the water from her lashes as the words sunk in between us. “I want this, you. There’s never going to be anyone else that makes me feel this way.”

There were no words. I poured everything I was feeling into my kiss. Searing into her how much I missed the feel of her body against mine, the way I needed to see her face in the morning and how I kissed her at night. Into the kiss, I gave her everything I had. Reaching between us I positioned my cock at her entrance, pushing in.

Thrusting into her I gave her all the love she brought me. Her body around me, her slick heat covering me, we were one. Never had I felt more powerful and vulnerable at the same time. Reaching between us, I circled her clit with my finger, timing my thrusts with my hand to get her to orgasm. Already I could ready her body and give her what she needed. Pulling my head back I watched her as I moved inside. With every thrust I was taking her closer to climax. I could tell by the little hitches in her breath and the way her body spasmed around me.

“That’s it.” I coaxed. “Give it to me. Show me how good it feels to be fucked by the man who loves you.”

It was the first time I said the words outright, but I knew it wouldn’t be the last. I felt her walls squeezing my cock and I gritted my teeth, holding back until she reached her pinnacle. As she cried out and began to fall, I let myself go, coming inside her.

She fell against my body, heavy from the orgasm. Holding her in place, I let her leg drop down.

Her breathing was ragged as she slowly opened her eyes. “That was…”

Cupping her cheek with my hand I brushed a thumb over the corner of her lip. “It’s always going to be like that for us. You and me. This is it. Since that first night, I tried to tell myself that you couldn’t be this good, didn’t feel so right. But you’re better, we’re better.”

A small smile ticked up on her mouth. “We are, aren’t we?”

She pulled my face down to press a sweet kiss to my lips. Wrapping my arms around her body I held her close until the water ran cold.

Warm under the covers in bed, we could hear the fireworks going off over Freedom Bay, signaling in the new year. I knew that next year we would be out on the streets watching the whistling booms as they exploded over the water in a cacophony of colors. We would spend the night with our friends and eventually the family we made together. But this night was ours. This year, this kiss, this new beginning.

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Jackpot Question

Lina-364 days later

Thesoundofthefront door slamming made me stick my head out of the bathroom door where I was trying to put on a pair of complicated earrings. “Hey! Took you long enough, we’re meeting Zoya and Milo in...”

My voice trailed off as Fitz appeared in front of me, holding his hands awkwardly behind his back. I narrowed my eyes at him. Since we moved in together six months before he had taken to bringing home all sorts of kitschy Viking decor from town. We had five horned helmets, a painting of a Viking gnome, and a replica of a ship. “What did you get this time?”

“Lina Grace McConnell...”

“Jeremiah Fitzgerald Deir...” I parroted back as I turned to the mirror to clasp the earring in my left ear.

He shook his head at me. “Lina. Close your eyes.”

Setting my loose earring down on the counter, I closed my eyes.

“Face me and put your arms out, palms up.”

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