Page 98 of Wishing Hearts

He huffs a laugh, the motion causing him to tighten around my cock. “Uh-huh. Fucking sexy. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“And you’re tied to the bed,” I go on, not sure why these facts are what I’m stuck on.

“Sure am,” he says, grinning a little as he grinds his ass against my hips.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to focus. “And you love me.”

“Yeah, Sammy,” he says, soft and gentle. “I love you.”

I blow out a breath, leaning down to press my lips to Harrison’s cheek. “We really gotta work on our romantic settin’s.”

Harrison laughs again, and I groan as his body wrings my cock.

“First the shed,” I say, shaking my head. “And now this.”

“It’s perfect,” Harrison says. “I like our idea of romance.”

“God, stud.” I ease back, and I’m pretty sure there might be a tear in my own eye, but Harrison doesn’t comment on it. “I’m gonna finish fuckin’ you,” I say, rolling my hips slowly. Harrison moans, nodding his head. “And then you’re gonna say that again.”

“Anytime you want,” he tells me, chest rising as I thrust into him a little harder. “Anytime.”

God, he’s beautiful. So handsome. Strong. Vulnerable. Perfect.

Mine.

Harrison urges me on with his heels, and I brace my palms against the mattress as I look down into his eyes, seeing that open emotion now for what it is. Love. It’s love. For me.

I don’t stop this time. I fuck Harrison deep and steady, letting him feel every one of my responding emotions loud and clear. I hold onto his hips, pulling him down on my cock, watching the bounce of his dick and the way his eyes keep rolling up, like it’s all too much in the best way. I drive into him again and again, forcefully enough for the headboard to thud against the wall.

And when Harrison finally yells out “Sammy,” I wrap my hand around his dick and tug. It’s all over from there. Harrison groans louder than I’ve ever heard before, and he’s coming over my fist before he can even warn me. His body grips me tight, and I grind against him, my whole being flushing hot, singing, crying out, as my release is dragged from me near violently. For a moment, I see stars, and I wonder if wishes really do come true.

Harrison is panting hard when I come down on top of him, and he kisses my cheek over and over until I turn my head. Then he’s kissing me properly, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, warm and eager and feeling like home.

As soon as I slip from his body, Harrison breaks from my lips. “I love you,” he says quickly. “I love you, Sam.”

“God, Harrison.” I ease up onto my elbows, my entire being pulled tight, like a rag wrung dry and hung in the sun. “I love you so much it hurts.”

He smiles somewhat shakily. “The good kind of hurt, right?”

“The best kind,” I say, kissing his lips slowly. A whisper. “I love you.”

“Oh God,” he says around a little chuckle. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” I repeat, nudging his nose.

“I love you, too.” His laugh is breathy, full of wonder. “We’re going to be saying that all the time now, aren’t we?”

“I sure hope so,” I tell him truthfully, dropping my face to Harrison’s neck and breathing in his scent. Melon. My favorite.

When he moves a little, like he’s stretching out his limbs, I pull myself upright and reach for the rope. I slip the knot free and bring Harrison’s arms down, rubbing them gently for a moment before I set to untying his wrists.

“That was…” Harrison swallows, gaze tracking my movements. “That was so hot, Sam.”

Laughing, and more than a little pleased, I set the rope aside. “Yeah?”

“You…you had me tied up before I could even blink. I didn’t know how to react. I was stunned. And horny. Really damn horny.”

I strip off my condom before settling down beside him. Harrison turns his head to look at me. “Told you I was calf-ropin’ champion three years in a row,” I remind him with a smirk.

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