Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
L andyn
I’m in a post-orgasm daze, completely in a fog when he asks, “How do you want me to take you, Lan?”
I tell him I want it every way, and that we don’t need to use protection.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice rough with restraint.
I nod, biting my bottom lip. “I’m on the pill,” I whisper. “I want this. I want you bare.”
That’s all it takes. He kisses me again, hard and all-consuming. One hand slides down between us as he lines himself up, the thick head of his cock teasing my entrance. The stretch is slow and deliberate. Deep and devastating.
I gasp as he presses in, inch by inch, the sensation toeing that perfect line between too much and not enough. He’s big—thick, heavy, and impossibly hard—and the way he fills me is both familiar and new. Like my body still remembers him. Like it’s missed this.
My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, grounding myself as he sinks deeper .
“God, you feel—” I breathe, too overwhelmed to finish the sentence.
He groans against my throat, his mouth trailing fire along my skin. “So fucking tight. So warm. You take me so damn well, June.”
The nickname nearly undoes me, the combination of him finally inside me and the sound of June on his lips sparks through my veins, like fire, lighting me up from the inside out.
He starts to move, slow and controlled, dragging every inch of himself out before thrusting back in.
My head falls back against the pillow, my eyes closed, fingers clutching the sheets, the rhythm winding me up with every measured thrust. Each time he fills me, it’s like he’s carving something into me.
Deeper than before. Deeper than I knew I could feel.
Ford Winters was always beautiful, but this older, more mature version of him—with the sharp angle of his jaw, the carved grid of his abs—takes it to a whole new level. He looks more rugged, more manly and sexier even than I had expected. And my expectations were sky-high.
I open my eyes, taking every inch of him in. When I finish my tour of his body, he’s watching me, the full extent of what is happening written all over his face.
He’s inside me.
Not just inside me, the root of his cock is flush with my pelvic bone.
I settle myself with a breath and place my hand where our bodies are joined. Both of our eyes flick down, caught in the sight of him buried inside me, and for a breathless moment we watch in stunned reverence as he draws back and sinks into me again .
“You always fit me like this,” he murmurs. “Like you were made for me.”
His words make me clench around him, make me arch into him with a soft, broken sound.
“Ford,” I moan, breathless.
“I know,” he says, voice strained. “I feel it too.”
He pushes hair from my face, cups my jaw in his hands, his gray eyes seeping into mine saying without words what we’re both feeling. This isn’t just sex—it’s so much more. This is really happening, and we are just so fucking lucky that we found each other again.
He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, my teeth nipping at the tip. “I’ve missed you so much.”
My heart cracks wide open in my chest. Just a few months ago I never would have imagined we were a possibility. Ford leans down and presses a slow kiss to my lips before resting his forehead against mine.
“I can’t lose you again,” he murmurs, voice breaking against my lips.
He pulls out then pushes back in, slow and steady, his size filling me up like he’s branding me from the inside out, every thrust a mark I’ll never forget. We both groan at the same time, my legs tighten around him, my back arches, and I feel like I’ve come home.
“Fuck, you feel good, June.”
He starts to move again. Long, deep thrusts that have me gasping, clutching at his thighs. His breath is hot against my neck as I beg him, “Harder.”
He drives into me with more force, our bodies finding that rhythm they always had. The slap of skin, the breathless cries, the way he pulls my mouth to his between moans—I can’t get enough.
“Goddamn, Landyn. You’re mine. You always were. ”
He moans, clinging to me, while I meet every thrust like my body was made for him. I shudder from the blinding bliss when he finds that spot deep inside of me.
“Right there, baby?” he asks, voice gravel as he keeps thrusting into me.
“Yes, Ford. Don’t stop.”
He shifts, reaching under my thigh to hitch my leg higher, and the angle makes me cry out—sharper, louder.
The pressure between us doubles, pleasure rolling through me like a slow, hot tide.
It builds so fast I barely have time to catch it before I’m coming around him, my whole body shaking, breath caught, vision blurred.
He doesn’t stop. He holds me through it, kissing my cheek, my shoulder, whispering praise as I fall apart beneath him. Then he flips us, so I’m straddling him, breath still ragged. I blink down at him, my body still trembling. His hands are firm on my hips, but gentle, waiting for me.
“You okay?” he asks, voice low and wrecked.
I nod, my mouth curving into a small smile. “More than okay.”
“Then ride me,” he says, dark eyes locked on mine. “I want to watch you come again.”
The words send another tremor through me as I rise up on my knees and line up Ford’s beautiful cock with my entrance.
I tease him at first, gliding the head of him through my folds, coating him with me, tapping his crown against my clit.
Then I slowly sink down, an inch at a time.
I start to move, slowly at first, rolling my hips, testing the way it feels to be in control, to have him at my mercy.
His hands slide up my thighs, along my waist, thumbs brushing just beneath my breasts as I lift and lower myself over him.
It’s deep. Intimate. A kind of raw I didn’t know I had left in me .
“Fuck, Landyn,” he groans. “You’re killing me. You feel so good. You’re choking my dick, so greedy for me, baby. You’re so fucking wet and tight.”
I moan in response and my head falls back.
“Grab the headboard for me, baby. Be a good girl and hold on while I fuck you the way you deserve.”
I lean forward, bracing my hands on the headboard as I grind down on him, harder now, needing more.
His hands fall to my ass, guiding me, pushing me to take him deeper, rougher.
His cock hits that perfect spot with each thrust, and I’m unravelling all over again, wrecked on the feel of him, lost in the high only he can give me.
When I come this time, it’s with his name on my lips and his body beneath mine, every muscle taut as he loses control too. He spills inside me with a groan that’s primal, guttural. His hands grip my hips like he’s afraid I’ll disappear, and I almost might because nothing’s ever felt like this.
“You’re ruining me.”
“No,” he rasps, pulling me into him, kissing the side of my throat. “I’m putting us back together.”
We collapse together, tangled in sheets and sweat and everything we still are.
After a long minute, Ford rolls me onto my back and curls me into his chest, his fingers tracing lazy lines over my heart.
He runs a hand down my back, over the curve of my hip, anchoring me to him.
He shifts, hooking his leg over mine, and his voice is quiet when he finally speaks.
“We’re still just as beautiful together. ”
I brush a kiss to his shoulder.
“I never forgot how to love you, June. I just…didn’t think I’d ever get the chance again.
I don’t say anything, worried that if I do, what comes out may shatter this perfect moment. So instead, I just breathe. I can feel the weight of it pressing between us—what I still haven’t told him. I think he can feel it too, but he doesn’t push, just whispers, “Was that okay?”
I nod, but I’m not sure it’s very convincing.
“I meant what I said earlier,” he murmurs. “We can take this slow, but I’m not going to pretend I don’t want you. That I don’t feel all of it, just like I used to.”
I turn in his arms, eyes meeting his in the dim light. “I feel it too.”
A beat of silence. “But?”
My lips part and I think maybe I’m going to tell him but I can’t get the words out. Not now. “We need to talk,” I say finally.
“We will. Tomorrow. Let’s just live in this moment a little longer, yeah?”
I exhale. “Okay.”
He tilts my chin gently so that I’m looking at him. “Let’s not ruin anything. Let’s just…lie here for now. No promises. No expectations.”
I rests my head against his chest again, and I feel his whole body settle. Like I’m his. Like I’m still that safe place for him. And I realize something in the quiet, something I haven’t let myself fully acknowledge until now.
I don’t just want tonight.
I want everything.