Chapter 53 #2
A different kind of pleasure fills me with her promise.
It’s the kind of pleasure the earth experiences when dry, cracked soil finally feels the kiss of warm rain.
It seeps through my body and settles into my soul.
Invigorated, I grip Indie’s hips and flip us.
She lets out a little squeak as I settle her on top of me, guiding her to sink down onto me.
“Damn right, you’ll never walk away from me again,” I tell her as my fingers dig into her hips and urge her to ride me.
There’s a momentary flash of insecurity that darkens Indie’s expression, but it’s gone just as quickly.
“I won’t let you. Now ride me, baby. I want you coming on my cock as I fill you with my cum. ”
“Oh, god,” she moans as she lifts up before dropping back down, grinding her clit against me with a swirl of her hips. “Why is that so hot?”
“Because you like the idea of me claiming you, don’t you, Rosebud? You want me to fill you with my cum and mark you as mine.” Pressure builds low in my back and stomach.
“Yes,” she gasps. “I want that.”
“I know. I know what you want.” The bed shakes as she rides me. And when her eyes flutter and her pace picks up, I know she’s getting close. I am too. Bucking up into her, I use my grip on her hips to grind her wet pussy against me, making sure to hit her clit.
Wordless, breathy sounds flow from Indie’s lips as our slow, tender lovemaking turns frenzied. Need takes over, spurring us on. To move faster, to thrust into her harder, to take and to claim. Her eyes flutter closed and her grip on my shoulders turns painful.
I love it.
“You need to come, baby?”
Indie’s too lost to form words, so she nods, letting out a whine of need. She looks like a goddess, riding me. Her head tipped back, pink hair spilling around her shoulders, her tattoos glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, and her perfect tits bouncing with every thrust of my hips.
“I know you do.” The pressure at the base of my spine becomes almost more than I can bear. I won’t last more than a few more seconds, but I’m determined we’ll come together. “Let go, baby. I want to feel you come. Want to feel that perfect pussy convulse around my cock.”
When I reach up and wrap my hand gently around her throat, putting just enough pressure on her chin to get her to look down at me, she flutters around me. Her pupils blow wide, hazel irises almost completely consumed by black. The raw need I see there reflects my own.
“Come for me, baby. Fucking come. Right now.”
Indie lets out a strangled cry as her back arches and her pussy clamps down around me. I’ve never felt anything like it, and I follow right behind her, pleasure rushing through my veins like electricity, searing me from within and rewiring me completely.
I let out a roar as my cock jumps inside of her, spilling myself, flooding her perfect pussy.
My grip on her hips is hard as I pull her down on my cock, getting as deep inside of her as I can.
Back arching, I pulse inside of her. The sensation of her inner walls rippling around my length draws my orgasm out until I’m a panting, sweaty mess beneath her.
But I’m not the only one.
Indie collapses over me, her skin slick and hot. Her breath is warm against my neck when she nuzzles into me, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight.
I’m never letting her go. Not ever again.
“I love you, baby,” I whisper.
She lets out a happy little sigh when I press a kiss to her cheek that fills me with light. “I love you too. I always have.”
And I’ll work hard to make sure she always does. I’ve waited ten years to spoil this woman and give her the kind of life she deserves. And now I can.
“Younger me would be so happy,” she says with a contented little sigh as I run my fingers through her sweat-slicked hair. “She’d never believe that all of her dreams would come true.”
“I always believed,” I tell her.
Her expression is soft. There’s not a single line of tension on her brow or at the corners of her mouth when she smiles at me. “You did, didn’t you?”
Nodding, I press a lingering kiss to her lips. “That’s why I never changed my number. Why I never stopped looking for you. Why I always searched the new book releases for your name. I knew you’d achieve your dreams. And I hoped some of them still involved me.”
“All of them involve you.” She cups my cheek with one hand. “And now we get to imagine new dreams together.”
“Yes. We do.” We lapse into silence. Neither of us can take our eyes off the other, and when my chest expands, I breathe her in. A question I’ve been wanting to ask for weeks tickles my tongue. I was afraid to ask before. But now?
“Stay. Stay in Minneapolis with me? You can move in tomorrow if you want. Hell, Lola can move in too. I have a guest room. She can live with us for as long as she wants, or until she finds a place. Or until Megan asks her to move in, because you know they’re going to end up together.”
Indie’s eyes crinkle in the corners as a smile blooms across her beautiful face. Then she throws her head back and laughs. It’s a joyful, infectious sound. “You want Lola to move in?”
“I want you to have your best friend. And I want you to say yes. If that means Lola lives with us, then yes, I want her to move in.”
“Could you be any more perfect?” she asks.
“Is that a yes?”
Her hair tickles my chest when she nods, smile blinding. “Yeah, babe. That’s a hell yes. I’ll move in with you. I’ll stay.”
“Thank fucking god,” I say, pulling her against my body and holding her tight. Her heart beats in rhythm with mine. “Thank fucking god.”
Indie isn’t the only one whose dreams have all come true. Well, mostly. I still have dreams of her walking down an aisle toward me in a pretty white dress, but we’ll get there. Tonight, my team won the Cup. We secured our spot in hockey history. It’s everything I have been working toward.
But better than that, Indigo Rose Bloom publicly claimed me and professed her love. Young Bash never would have doubted we’d end up together. But he would have been shocked by the path it took to get here.
Ten years of longing. Of looking for her everywhere.
Ten years of dwindling hope that she’d walk back into my life, and in the end, it was a sex tape that gave her the push she needed.
I’m not sure anyone could have come up with a stranger plot twist than that.
Except maybe Indie. After all, she writes love stories for a living.
And love stories always have a happy ending.