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Fireworks First, Then New Year's Eve
A lex could hardly breathe, but his heart was pounding hard and his cock throbbed painfully.
“I want to feel you in me right now,” she whispered, looking up at him with her big brown eyes imploring him with their innocence in complete contradiction to what she was saying and doing to him.
Alex didn’t need convincing. He couldn’t take his eyes off hers. Decision made, he lifted her curvy body up and against him on fire with the feel of her skin against his. She moaned as her legs tightened around him, and he felt pre-come seep out of him. He needed in her now. Backing her against the wall, he held her steady as he guided his thick hungry cock into her, and then he thrust. She cried out her pleasure, spurring Alex on. He held her up as he slammed into her over and over with a desperate need, and God, every single thrust sent him hurdling towards heaven.
Jesus, she was a complete fucking fantasy. Alex didn’t think he’d ever felt so out of control with desire. Once again, making love to Quinn was bloody mind-blowing. Kissing her lush mouth and not letting their bodies come apart, he carried her to the bed. He lay her on it and continued sliding in and out of her hot wet sheath.
Quinn groaned beneath him. “Don’t stop”.
Looking into her ecstasy-filled face, it took everything in him not to come.
“Ye are so beautiful,” he breathed raggedly, and Quinn opened her hazy eyes right as she bucked beneath him. Feeling her release, Alex pumped one final thrust, and his own exploded out of him. He growled as his body spurted wildly, and his mind was ejected into paradise.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmured breathlessly as he rolled onto his back, spent. Quinn lay tucked beside him as the final ebbs of their orgasms faded, leaving them blissfully satiated.
As Alex finally came back down to earth, he realized Quinn was quiet beside him. Normally, she always seemed to have something to say. Was she afraid he’d put his walls up like last time? Not wanting her to worry for a second, he rolled over to face her, and seeing the hint of weariness in her eyes, he reached his hand up and touched her cheek. She turned to face him, and he threw her a barely contained grin.
“Ms. West,” he said.
“Sergeant Mackenzie.” She responded in kind.
“Have I mentioned how in love I am with ye?”
She sat up suddenly, looking down at him searching his face. “You’re in love with me?” He could hear the uncertainty in her voice.
He reached up and stroked her cheek, feeling like he might burst from this love business. “Aye, I am. Well and truly.”
Her face lit up as she stared down at him, and Alex was sure he’d never seen anything more perfect in his life.
“I dinnae ken if I ever believed in love. At least, I didnae think it was for me. But then ye came along and fuckin burst my heart open.”
Quinn giggled. “You fuckin burst my heart open too.”
Alex laughed, and he pulled her on top of him so she straddled him. She leaned down over him, and he put a hand on the back of her head bringing her lips to his. Then she pulled back again eyeing him. “I love you, too, Sergeant Mackenzie.”
He grinned. “I love you, Ms. West. Although I think I’d like to make ye a Mrs. Mackenzie.”
She laughed as a tear slid down her cheek. “I think I’d be good with that,” she whispered.
Alex sat up beneath her. “Would ye actually marry me, lass?” he asked between kisses.
“Mm-hmm,” she agreed as she got lost in his mouth on hers.
“How about a wedding in Scotland?” he asked continuing to kiss her.
“Yes.” She smiled against his lips.
“A New Year’s Eve wedding?” His tongue slid against hers.
She pulled back to look at him. “As in four days from now?”
“Aye.” He grinned, leaning back in to kiss her stunned lips.
“Alex, are you serious?” she asked against his mouth.
“Mm-hmm.” He was utterly consumed with tasting her.
“Okay,” she agreed, opening her mouth to his as he lifted her body and slid her onto his ready cock.
“Good, little lass.”