Chapter 34
THIRTY-FOUR
D AKOTA
It’s not an easy decision. I love them both equally.
“Can the gangster wrap his hand around my throat again while the cowboy tells me how pretty my eyes are and calls me sweetheart?” My fingertips draw circles over his shoulders as I cradle his cock between my thighs. He’s growing harder by the second, and I’m dying to have him inside me.
He laughs, a full genuine one that I haven’t heard often. Definitely not much in the last few years with all the stress he’s been under, and my heart swells a little in my chest that I’m the cause. That I might be his soft place to land after all.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He kisses his way up my neck, pausing at my earlobe to nip it gently before he speaks again, lower this time. The kind of thick, graveled, throaty tone that travels all the way to my clit. “But just know I’m claiming this last part of you, and then you’re all fucking mine. There’s no way back after this. You understand? You ever think you want another one of your college boys up here? This is your last chance to run.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve ruined me for all other men, Cowboy.” If I’m being really honest, no other man has ever lived up to him in my head.
“Good. ’Cause I think you’ve had me ruined for all other women for a long time. Longer than I want to admit.” He makes the confession, the kind that feels like he’s pulled back more of the curtain than he planned.
My heart skips a full beat in my chest as his lips press against mine. The idea that this man might want me as much as I’ve wanted him feels like the perfect kind of whisky burn, the kind that seeps into your chest and wraps around your soul. For his part, he kisses me like it’s his last night on earth, each one more heated than the last, and I melt under his touch. My hips rise to meet his, and I tease the tip of his cock over my clit.
“Fuck me,” he curses softly, and his lips make their way up my jaw. “Your body feels like fucking sin. I can’t believe how perfect you are.” He takes me slowly, easing in inch by inch like he knows I need this to last. I want every single memory of the way this man claimed me for himself. I need it like oxygen. “And every perfect inch is mine.”
He bites down on my neck, and I arch up into it. I love this man’s obsession with marking my skin, the way he needs to leave visible marks showing that I belong to him. I need it after how long it took for us to get here.
My fingers drift down his side and over his back and ass. The fact that I get to touch every part of him the way I want, that it’s mine to take as I please.
I wrap my leg around him as he starts to fuck me harder. He pulls back so he can look at me, and his lashes lower. He looks lost in his thoughts as his knuckle drags down over my lips and chin, making its way over my throat until he wraps his hand around my neck.
“Say my name, the one you use when you don’t think I can hear you. I want to feel it vibrate against your throat when you moan it.” He rolls his lower lip between his teeth as I lift my chin for him to rub his thumb down the column of my neck.
“Devil,” I whisper, and he starts to fuck me harder.
“There we go. That’s my girl. So perfect. Taking my cock like it belongs to you,” he mutters as I wrap my leg tighter and raise my hips to meet his strokes. “You can take more, can’t you? You can take all of me fast and hard like this because you were made for it. Made for me.”
“Fuck…” I gasp as he takes on a pace that hits me nearly perfectly every time. Each stroke takes me closer to the cliff he’s ready to push me off. “You’re so fucking evil. It’s unfair how fucking good you are at that.”
He grips me tighter, bringing me nearly to the edge. “Fuck me. How wet you get… The way you soak my cock. That’s what’s unfair.”
I dig my teeth into my lower lip as I start to come, the pleasure blooming like tiny sparks that spread as embers would, melding into one another until they’re explosions through every nerve ending in my body. It’s better than anything he’s given me before this, somehow more perfect and more overwhelming because of the way he’s looking at me right now—like he’s in awe of me, of us.
He leans down, pressing his cheek to mine, and I swear I’m on the verge of a second crest, one he takes me over as I hear him whimper softly on the edge of his own orgasm. Grant Stockton whimpering because he’s about to come? That sound is going to live in infamy.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna come again.” I murmur the words against his ear, and it takes him with me as he starts to groan his release. I can’t stop the flood of praise that comes out of me as I come a second time. “That’s right. Fuck me full of you, Cowboy. You feel so fucking good.” His breathing is heavy and hard, and every stroke of his cock feels like he’s marking me again and again. “Fill me up until you’re leaking down my thighs. I need it. I need you .”
He collapses a moment later, his head hanging low and his lips lazily kissing a circle over my shoulder. He’s quiet as he rolls off to my side and catches his breath, staring at the ceiling until his eyes shutter.
“Hellfire…” My nickname is a slow breath on his lips. “I know I gave you a hard time, but whatever that just was… the filthy way you talk. I think I just found a new thing I like.”
I giggle at his honesty; the pure, unfiltered way he speaks feels like we’ve finally pushed through whatever wall was between us. I roll over onto my stomach and kiss my way up his arm, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm wraps around me, and he kisses the top of my head.
“If I wasn’t ruined before, that definitely sealed it,” he murmurs against my hair, and I close my eyes.
I’m finally the thing I never thought I’d ever be. A feeling I thought was out of reach, given the number of times I’ve tried to find it and failed. I can’t bring myself to say the words out loud yet, but they’re echoing through my chest all the same.