Chapter 71
CHAPTER
SEVENTY-ONE
LOOT
Her arms are outstretched, her fingers curling around the top of the headboard. Curling my fingers around the front of her throat, I’m careful not to apply any pressure. I don’t want to hurt her or traumatize her.
She’s been through enough to last a lifetime.
The last thing she needs is me making anything worse when we’re in the middle of fucking.
Slipping my other hand between her legs, I swirl two fingers against her clit, drawing firm, quick circles. Juliette’s head falls back, landing on my shoulder. Turning my head, I touch my lips to the underside of her jaw.
She pushes her hips back, making both of us groan. Flexing, I slam into her cunt, feeling her wet warmth wrap around me. My fingers move quickly against her clit, applying pressure there as I continue to move inside her.
“Fuck, you feel good, honey,” I rasp against her skin.
We’re engaged.
Juliette isn’t just my old lady. She’s my fucking world, and soon, she’ll be my wife.
I don’t stop fucking her. Flexing my hips, I continue thrusting inside her, my fingers massaging her throat, my other fingers continuing to play her clit. I can’t stop. She’s close, I can tell. I want to feel her strangle me.
And then it happens. I feel her pussy squeeze me, strangle me. Fucking perfection. My back tingles, and my balls draw up as I bury myself deep inside her and come. My cock twitches, then I close my eyes as I empty inside her, filling her with my release.
Juliette’s head falls forward, and I fold over her back, my lips touching the side of her neck as I release my grasp on her throat. “I don’t know how you do it,” she breathes.
“Do what, honey?” I ask, trying not to growl against her skin.
She laughs softly. I turn my head as she looks back at me. I watch as her teeth sink into her bottom lip before she speaks. “Make me come every single time and make it better than the one before.”
I laugh softly, touching my lips to hers before I flex my hips, moving in and out of her slowly—lazily.
“Fucking shit, I love you, honey,” I murmur.
“I love you more than you know,” she moans as I continue to lazily fuck her.
My eyelids flutter closed, and then I slide my hand up her arm, covering hers. I feel her engagement ring press against my palm. And I fucking love it. Being inside her, feeling my ring against my palm.
This is it.
The dream.
It only took me fifty fucking years, but goddamn was the wait worth it. Because it was. Every fucking second has been worth it. Being with her has been worth it. Juliette is everything, and she makes my world a brighter place.
Sliding out of her, I flop down onto my back before I gather her in my arms and pull her against my side. She places her hand on my chest, and I flick my gaze down to her finger.
“You got my name on your wrist and my ring on your finger,” I murmur. “How in the fuck did this even happen?” I ask.
She pushes up, straightening her arm as her eyes find mine. Her cheeks are red, her face is flushed, and I have to admit that she looks goddamn amazing when she’s freshly fucked by me.
I glide my fingers along her jawline as I stare into those blue eyes that fucking own me. She turns her head, her lips touching the center of my palm before she shifts back, resting her cheek against my hand.
“I came stumbling into town, and you saved me.”
“No,” I grunt.
“No?”
My lips twitch into a smirk as I continue to search her gaze with my own. She’s wrong, though. So goddamn wrong. I never saved her.
“You saved yourself, Jules. I’ve just got your back. Always.”
She smiles, and then, before I realize what’s happening, she’s crawling over me, her legs widening as she straddles my hips. Curling my fingers around her hips, I hold her there, keeping her where she is.
My cock twitches. Her warmth pressing against my cock is almost too much. She’s silent as she lowers her head, and her lips touch mine. I expect the kiss to deepen, but it doesn’t. Her lips barely brush mine before she speaks.
“It’s fate, Slade. I was always meant to be here. It’s always been you. I just had to find my way to you. And I did.”
When I flex my hips, we both groan, and I wonder if I can fuck her again this soon, and then she rocks her hips along my length, and I realize I just might be able to. “Jules,” I groan. “I would have found you one way or another. I was always going to find you.”
And I sure as fuck was. I didn’t spend fifty years living in goddamn misery to not fight for the light at the end of the tunnel, and Juliette is that light. I don’t deserve her. I know I don’t, but I’ll never give her up. Not fucking ever.
I will fight for her until the day I fucking die. And then I’ll come back and fight from the fucking grave, because she was meant for me—made for me. And only me. She’s my woman. My old lady. My future wife.