Chapter 38 #3
“You have too many clothes on for the next part.” Tinsley giggles because I’m just frozen, staring at her now that she’s lost her pants and is lying completely naked on our bed. We may have just had sex last night, but her innate beauty leaves me breathless every single time.
Her comment snaps me out of my stupor and I rip my shirt off, buttons flying in the process, but I don’t care.
I have other shirts. I just care about being with Tinsley right now.
Still dressed from my meetings this morning, I swiftly undo my belt and pull my slacks and boxers off, slipping my socks off and I’m on her like a tiger ready to devour his prey.
I want to devour her and judging by the nail marks she just left on my back, I’m not the only one that needs this right now. She runs her nails down my back again, pressing slightly harder, making me groan.
“Jack, I need—” Tinsley pulls back from my hard kiss to try and articulate her needs, but I dive back in before breaking this kiss myself.
“I know, Red. I’ve got you.” I start to move down her body, but she grabs me and yanks me back up, shaking her head.
“No, no time. We can play later. I can’t wait, I need you, I need to feel all of you, and I need it now.”
“I told you I would give you whatever you wanted, and whatever you needed, Red.” I kiss her deeply, with one arm pressed next to her head holding myself over her as she wraps her legs around me, naturally lining me up with her entrance.
With a single deep thrust, I enter paradise.
It doesn’t matter how many times we do this—it’s magic every single fucking time.
“Move, Jack. I need more,” Tinsley demands.
I kiss her forehead. “I know what you need, Red. Trust me to give it to you.”
She nods. I know she thinks she wants it hard and fast—and while I fucking love giving it to her like that, I don’t think that’s what she wants. There’s also the fact that her ribs are still healing, and I will not cause any setbacks in her recovery.
No, she doesn’t need it quick.
She needs me.
She needs the connection and the reminder that what we have is solid.
She needs to know that I have her and will always have her.
I start to move, slower than she wants, and I can tell she’s slightly annoyed, but I’m going deep enough that she gets over that real quick.
“Red, I need you to know.” I kiss her softly first before pulling back.
“I need you to know you’re it for me. Whatever you want that to look like, you tell me and I’ll make it happen.
If you want to go to Vegas tomorrow and take my name, I’ll gas up the jet.
” I continue to move my hips at a consistent but slow and deep pace.
“If you want to tour for the next twenty years, I’ll stand backstage, cheering you on every single time.
Whatever you want it to look like, so long as I’m with you, I’m good.
” I slide my hands around her back and pull her so she can be on top.
She places her hands on my chest as she moves.
“When I say I love you—and that you’re mine—I mean forever, Tinsley.
I hope you’ll let me make you my wife one day.
I hope you’ll give me babies, and I hope they have your sass, your blue eyes, and your wild red hair.
” She throws her head back and laughs, but her laughter is cut off when I lift my hips while also using my hand to slide between us and press that bundle of nerves just right.
The combination drives her wild and sends her over the edge, her laughter turning into a groan as she falls forward.
I don’t lighten the pressure until she starts to come down, letting her ride it out.
Then I carefully turn us so she’s on her back as I chase my own release, while insuring I don’t put any pressure on her ribs.
She reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair, tugging just slightly for the sting of pain to heighten everything.
“All of it. I want all of it, but not the touring for twenty years part. I want you, Jack. I want your secret smiles you save for just your family and best friends. I want to wake up in your arms every possible morning that I can. Someday, I want to steal your last name and have your babies.”
Her words help drive me close, and I can feel the release building at the base of my spine.
“I want them to have your broody scowls that make me earn their giggles. I want to sit on a back porch and watch you play catch with our kids in a field away from the city and the press. We can live in a shed in the middle of nowhere and it will be everything—so long as I’m with you.
” She surges up, nipping at my lip before meeting me in a deep kiss, not only pushing me over the edge but pulsing right along with me.
She’s on birth control, and even though we’ve never used protection, I know those dreams won’t happen from us making love tonight, but the fact that we confessed those dreams to each other now make them our dreams.
Our hopes.
Our dreams.
Our future.
Our life together is going to be built on so much good and love, with the lies and the bullshit in the same place that the infamous note ended up later that evening: burnt to ash in our rooftop fire pit.