Chapter 35 Alex #2
“There’s no need to thank me, Kat.” I press a kiss to the crown of her head and feel her breath roll across my chest. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, and I mean that literally.”
Her soft chuckle makes my heart squeeze.
“That sounds dangerous.”
I shrug. “Dangerous, dirty, take it how you want, just know I mean it. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
She’s quiet, and for a moment I assume she's fallen asleep, the stress of the day finally pulling her under.
Another second passes, and I feel her pulling away. My every instinct tells me to hold her tight and not let her go, but I manage to loosen my hold enough for her to look up at me.
Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she watches me, and I’m not sure what she’s looking for. I’ve never been a praying man, but I’d pray to any god that she finds it. That this wonderful woman doesn’t look at me and find me lacking.
It’s a lot to ask, and nobody’s perfect, but I don’t need actual perfection, only whatever she needs.
She doesn’t openly question my claim, but I see the uncertainty shining in her eyes.
Nobody has ever given her a reason to trust them with her heart. The one man she did was a piece of shit who never deserved it, from what I’ve learned.
“I love you, Kat.”
The words are out before I can stop to think about them. They’re true, have been for a while now, but I hadn’t wanted to spook her.
She sucks in a sharp breath, and the tears that had been collecting in her eyes finally fall, but her lips pull up in a wobbly smile that lets me know maybe I didn’t fuck this up.
Hopefully…
Kat all but slams back into my chest, sending water over the side of the tub, but I couldn’t care less right now. Not with her falling apart in my arms.
“I’m—” I start to apologize. I knew it was too early, and with how much has been going on, this was poor timing.
“I love you too.” She cuts me off. Her voice is quiet and shakes, but it's still the best thing I’ve ever heard.
If I thought it was hard to hold her without squeezing her before, it’s almost impossible as I hold her to my chest. I’m sure she can feel the way my heart races, and I hope she knows this is what she does to me. The happiness she brings me I’ve never felt before.
A sense of home and belonging that I didn’t know was possible.
Kat sniffles, and I rub her back as she holds me to her as tight as I hold her, and it’s perfect.
It doesn’t take long, maybe a handful of minutes later, I feel her arms slowly begin to slip and her breathing even out.
I should probably get us out and dried off before we turn into wrinkly prunes, but even knowing that, it takes me far longer to move than it should have.
Kat loves me, and while I never really questioned it, she shows it every day through her actions. I wasn’t sure she would be able to voice that feeling aloud for a while, if ever.
I’d feared Carter may have tainted her idea of love and relationships, and while I have no doubt he probably left some scars, I’m hopeful that with time, we can heal them, together.
Eventually, I stand, carefully moving from the tub. I move to the towel heater and grab two, carefully wrapping her up so she doesn’t get a chill. I expected her to wake, but she must be exhausted because she’s out like a light.
After we’re mostly dry, I move into the bedroom, bumping up the heat a few degrees so that we can skip the clothes and I don’t have to worry about her getting a chill. Thankfully, her hair was up for tonight, so only a small bit at the base of her neck is wet.
I tuck us both into bed, pulling her close, and hope that I’m lucky enough to have this beautiful woman fall asleep in my arms like this for the rest of my life.
There are very few things in the world that make me feel as if life is wonderful and worth living. Before Kat, it was my family, Des and Oli when they were little, and of course Addy; the business with Nathan—we worked hard on it, and it’s paid off, but this…
Fuck, this feeling is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I’d been young and stupid with Oliver’s mother; it’s a miracle she decided to give him to me, or I might have never even known I had a son.
I’d thought I’d loved Natasha, that crazy bitch, but looking back at it, I’m pretty sure I just liked fucking her. The crazy ones are usually good in bed; that’s how they trick you.
But Kat is everything I never knew I needed.
I’m happy to fuck her or simply hold her. I want her to be happy, and I care about her past, but I also can't deny that I've come to appreciate my brother's urge to fill her.
The bed is warm; my adorable little spoon is breathing deeply, the sound almost enough to lull me back to sleep. I fight it, not wanting to miss this moment with her as I press my palm to her soft, naked stomach, picturing her round with our child.
Well, as if mornings weren’t already a problem, that will do it.
I snake my other hand up her body to cup her breast as I lean into her, ghosting my lips over her bare shoulder.
“Delicious,” I breathe, as I dart my tongue out to press to her soft skin and get the pleasure of watching goosebumps sprout up.
She shivers and shifts, pulling a groan from my lips and earning her a rake of my teeth, which only makes her squirm more. I’m not sure if she’s awake or simply responding, but I used up all my restraint last night.
Sliding my hand down her stomach, I curse, pressing my now aching cock against her ass in search of the wet heat I now feel on my fingers.
She’s fucking soaked, and I hum in approval as my finger sinks into her without any resistance, drawing a sexy little gasp from her as her eyes fly open.
“Good morning, Cherry,” I tease as I press another finger inside of her. My voice is husky and rough from sleep and need because her pussy is currently gripping me in a way that has me dripping cum. I pull my fingers from her pussy and can’t help but chuckle at her little whine of protest.
She’s so fucking sweet and responsive.
I slide my hand down her thigh and pull her leg up to drape over mine. Releasing her breast, I grip her hip, pressing her ass back to give me better access before I push forward and almost come as I sink into her with a grunt as she gasps and grips me.
“Fucking hell, Kat. I love the way you take my cock.” I pull out and slam back into her, making her cry out, and the sound goes right to my balls.
She was fucking made for us.
After last night and the sounds she’s making right now, I’m walking on a knife’s edge as I try to make her fall over the edge before me.
There’s only one thing to be done.
I pull out, groaning at how fucking wet she’s left me, the need to taste her riding me almost as hard as the need to fill her.
“Wh–” I’m between her legs before she can finish her sentence, my lips closing around her clit, making her gasp as her fingers find my hair as if on instinct.
It doesn’t take much. I release her clit with a pop before caressing it with my tongue while I sink two fingers back into her needy cunt, making her arch her back off the bed with a cry.
She grinds into my face, her fingers digging into my scalp as she chases her pleasure, and I could come just watching her like this.
“Don’t come yet, love. I want to feel you milk my cock. I want to be inside of you and pump you full of my cum as we fall apart together.”
She whines, tossing her head back, and I’m not sure if it’s because she’s so close or because of my words, but it doesn’t matter.
Her legs tremble as I move up her body and slam back into her. She cries out, coming undone as I pump into her at an unforgiving pace that pushes me right over the edge with her.
We lay together, my now softening cock still buried inside of her as we come down, our breathing loud and labored, the scent of our lovemaking filling the room and making me regret the bump in temperature.
I press a kiss to her breasts, working my way up her neck to her cheek before I nibble at her ear, craving the taste of her despite my now empty balls.
How I ever thought I loved anyone before her is almost laughable.
“Good morning,” she says, sounding happy and breathless as I continue to kiss my way up to her lips, and the smile that splits my lips is big enough that it almost hurts.
My cock twitches in agreement, and I reach for my phone to let Nathan know he’s going to have to handle breakfast this morning.