Summer #2
“I’m begging you to be mine today, tomorrow, and for however long you want me breathing, because the day you stop loving me is the day you should put a round right here—” He taps his chest. “And end me. Otherwise, I won’t ever let go.”
He pulls all the way to the tip, and just as slowly sinks inside me again, making every fiber of my being vibrate with both the sensation and his words.
“I’m begging you to never leave me again.”
This time, he slides out and surges back in a much more punishing manner, making my spine say bye-bye to the metal beneath me, and my lips part in a silent gasp.
“I’m begging you to have a family with me. Ten. No! More than ten kids.”
Ten?! What am I? Breeding stock?
I open my mouth to protest, but the way he slams inside me makes me scream out instead.
I’m negotiating the number down to five later.
“I’m begging you to carry my last name, not because I take pride in it, but because that way everyone will know who you belong to.”
My teeth clatter with the force of his next thrust, and the sound I make is the definition of too much. Not in a bad way.
“I’m begging you to let me give you the world, because you deserve nothing less. So tell me, my love . . .”
Thrust.
“Will.”
Thrust.
“You.”
Thrust.
“Marry.”
Thrust.
“Me?”
“Yes!” I scream.
“Yes,” he says against my lips, claiming them and picking up a violent rhythm, hitting a very sweet spot inside me, making it feel like a wave of orgasms instead of just one is about to crash into me.
“Say it again!” he roars, keeping up his onslaught as my nails dig into his skin, like I’m trying to reassure myself this is real, and not a dream.
“Y—”
His fingers land on my clit while he slams inside me, making me forget how to form words altogether, only screams of pleasure raking inside me, breaking my body with bliss.
My vision blurs, but I see him. My hearing deafens, but I hear him. And I feel him pulsate inside me, stretching me, marking me as his own, before collapsing on top of me.
Threading my fingers through Atlas’s hair, his arms wrap around me, while his face buries in the crook of my neck with a kiss.
Turns out, every questionable decision—wrong ones dressed in good intentions, or right ones twisted by misguided beliefs—led to this: engaged and fucked on the hood of a car in a shitty hotel parking lot. This definitely wasn’t on my to-do list.
“Why did you leave me waiting for so long?” I choke out with the modicum of air present in my lungs, the question I should’ve asked in the first place, before Atlas decides it’s okay to take me once more right here on the spot.
He pulls out of me, which is the first sign I won’t like his response.
Tucking himself inside his pants—another red flag.
Allowing me to sit upright and not being all over me yet again—a fucking field of red flags.
Then his lips lock in a tight line.
I’ll strangle my fiancé with the same hand now decorated by this huge ring if he doesn’t start talking. Would killing him make me a widow, or should I have been married to hold such a title?
“Raven has gotten herself into a huge mess and—”
“Is she okay?” I shoot out as my whole being goes into panic mode, blaring alarms ringing in my mind, while my galloping pulse from a moment ago seems still compared to its current tempo. I’m gonna throw up!
“She’s alive,” Atlas says, as my hands start to shake, and I’m barely able to draw air.
“And unharmed . . . it seems.” What? “She’s been .
. .” He trails off, and the weariness in his voice tells me exactly how worried he is to tell me the rest. I’m definitely gonna throw up! “. . . a little bit . . . kidnapped.”
A little bit kidnapped?!
“W-w—?” I can’t even form words.
He’s going to be a little bit murdered.
“I wanted to get her back before coming for you, because you’d kill me or worse if I hadn’t—”
“What’s worse than killing you?” I shout.
“Depriving me of you.”
“You’re proposing and fucking me instead of telling me right away Raven is missing, so we could get back home and find her?”
“There’s—” He glances at his watch. “Forty more minutes until the plane is ready to take off. I couldn’t have put a ring on your finger if I had told you that your best friend is missing right off the bat, could I?
” I’m gonna smack him. “I wanted to get Raven back before bringing you home, but a fucking Fed is on our asses, looking for you, and that poses a problem. He wants proof you’re alive and unharmed.
I’m taking you home so this dickweed, Trent Bane, can crawl back into whatever hole he got out of before I’ve punched him in the face . . . again.”
“You’ve punched him? That’s a federal crime.”
“He has a thing for you.”
“And you’re going to pick a fight with anyone who has a thing for me?”
Atlas shrugs. Fucking shrugs!
“I’d much rather kill them,” he mumbles under his breath.
Breathe! You love him. You can’t just a little bit murder him.
“Do you have a lead on where Raven is being held? Or who took her? Something? Anything? Does that bitch of a stepmother, Vivian, have anything to do with this?”
“I’ll tell you on the way to the plane. We’ll get her back. I promise. We have a few more days to prepare.”
“I’m fucking furious at you for not telling me right away.” I poke his chest hard enough to bruise him. Or sprain my finger. “For not coming to me sooner. She’s my family. I have the right to know.”
“I was trying to protect you. I don’t want you in this fight. But look at the bright side.”
“What’s that?”
“Saying ‘my fiancé is fucking mad at me’ sounds way better than the same statement with the now retired ‘girlfriend’ status instead.”
“And does saying ‘I’ll murder my fiancé’ sound better than ‘I’ll murder my boyfriend’?”
He opens his mouth to answer, but I shush him with my palm over his lips.
“Don’t!”
I push myself off the car, but he stops me before I’m on my feet.
One palm on my chest to keep me in place, the other collecting the cum leaking off me and pushing it back inside.
Then he pulls my panties back in place and smiles.
I hate how much I love what he’s doing, leaving me unable to be as mad at him as I should be.
Fixing my dress, I stand up trying to glare at him, but the heavy diamond on my ring finger and the way he dickmatized me moments prior sucks the venom right out of my attitude.
I head straight for my room so I can collect my passport, and Atlas is following step for step behind me.
“I need details.”
He starts talking, laying out the enemy, the plan, and what awaits on the other side of the ocean, all the while repeating about a dozen times, “You’re not taking part.”
Like that’s going to happen.
I’m getting Raven back, and then I’ll do anything so no one will ever touch the people I love again.
The dangers of our world should make me walk away and choose a safer life. I want that. For Raven. For the guys. For the family I want with Atlas.
But that life will always catch up to people like us.
Jail or a body bag—that’s the only way out. I’m choosing neither.
As it turns out, everything so far was just a single battle. The first of I don’t know how many. But I’m no longer fighting alone, and I’m never again losing a loved one.
That’s a promise.
And I never break one.