Chapter 13 #2
She smiles. “I know. You remind me that I’m strong.”
“Even when I’m rough with you?”
“Especially then.” She lifts up to press a kiss to the side of my mouth, whispering against my lips.
“I feel like I’m starting all over with you, Jonah.
Like you’re helping me work out what I like and what I need in bed.
” She lowers her head back to the pillow, looking up at me with an intense gaze.
“You make me feel safe enough to want to find out, even when those things aren’t what I expect. ”
“You are safe. I promise.”
She smiles, so shy and cute my chest hurts. “I know.”
“I fucking love you,” I blurt out, my earlier fear obliterated by her words.
I don’t give her a chance to respond though, because kissing her is a physical necessity.
I press my lips to hers, my tongue invading.
Her taste includes traces of me, and somehow that makes me want her even more.
Possessive satisfaction rushes through me and I wonder if she might let me tie her to this bed for the rest of her life.
She squirms under me and I smirk against her mouth. “My girl hasn’t come yet, have you? Feeling a little needy, Ellie?”
“Yes, I—oh!” She gasps as my fingers find the wetness between her legs, dragging lazily through her slick folds.
“Are you aching for me?” I ask. “Does this sweet little cunt need me?”
“Jonah, please.”
I waste no time in flipping her over, going to my knees behind her as I reach for the nightstand drawer.
The second I get the condom on, I grab her hips, pulling her up onto all fours.
My girl wants to figure out what she likes in bed?
Well I’m happy to give her as many dirty options as I can think of.
“Later I’m going to spend hours eating this pussy,” I mutter, leaning down to press a kiss to her hot wet folds. “But right now I need inside you.”
“Good plan,” she says breathily, and I grin before lining up my cock and thrusting forward. “Fuck.”
“I think I like my girl with a dirty mouth,” I say approvingly, gripping her hips. “Let’s see what else I can get you to say.”
“I love you,” she whimpers, and I go still for a moment. So she did remember saying those words before. The knowledge that she meant it has a thrill of possessive lust rushing through me. I need this woman like I need air.
“Love you too, baby,” I groan, thrusting hard into her, relishing the way her body trembles under my hands.
The fact that I already came in her mouth works in my favor.
I last way longer than I normally could in such perfect tight heat.
Ellie comes three times on my dick as I drag an endless stream of filthy words from her.
She’s moaning and sweating as I pound into her over and over again, fucking her into an exhausted, satisfied heap.
When she gets too tired to hold her head up, I wrap a fist around her hair to keep her in place.
That draws my attention to the pink, puckered skin on her shoulder blade and I mindlessly press a kiss over that fucking scar.
I have to force myself not to give into the anger the marked skin inspires.
Instead I remind myself that I’m the man standing between her and anyone who wants to hurt her again.
I’m the man who will protect her from now on.
I’ll worship her skin, her body, every inch of her.
No one is going to mark her or hurt her or scare her ever again.
She’s mine. Not just tonight. Not just for a few weeks. I have zero intention of letting this woman go ever again.
The thought of forever with her has my balls tightening again, white hot pleasure zipping to the base of my spine.
I cry out when I come and somehow, even in the haze of overwhelming, incomparable pleasure, I find the brain cells to wish that I wasn’t wearing a condom.
I want to let go deep inside her, want my seed to find a place to take root.
Mine. I think of Ellie with a swollen belly—fucking mine—and my cock gives another jerk inside her.
Jesus. I’ve never once in my life given thought to having a kid.
I’ve always figured that’s a road neither me nor any of my brothers would go down.
Not after the way we grew up. But now? The idea of making a baby with the woman in my bed actually makes my cock hard for the third time in the last hour.
I want it. I want her. A whole life with this woman and her kid. A house and a yard. Fuck, maybe I’ll pull a Lawson and start gardening or some shit. Maybe I’ll be the boring-ass guy who spends his weekends mowing the lawn and taking kids to soccer games.
Kids. I think about Lucas earlier tonight, telling me he loves me. How easy it was to say it back. I think about making more kids like him, a mix of me and Ellie. And fuck, I want it.
And if that desire should scare me, I ignore it. There’s no room in this bed for anything but me and Ellie and this amazing, life-changing, completely unexpected thing we’re building together.