I CAN’T STOP KISSING HER. Wanting to swallow her down and eat her up. Give her no reason to doubt me. Not ever again. Because that feeling, seeing it wash over her and take her under, ‘bout near killed me.
Can’t shake how she looked, how she fell apart but stood up for herself. Spoke her mind.
And when I heard the accusations behind everything she said, my heart fucking fractured. Because I never want her doubting me, doubting us, and not trusting me and what we have.
Kennedy is my whole fucking world. My life. The very air I breathe.
I meant it when I told her I had no fucking clue that chick was near me, so close, touching me. Because she didn’t even register. Not by a long shot. Because Kennedy is all I ever think about, crave, fucking need.
She rips her mouth away to catch her breath, but all I need is her. So I trail my mouth to her neck. Covering every inch in wet kisses.
My hands roam and grasp and squeeze. From her tits to her hips to her tight ass.
“Rhett,” she breathes out. “I want you.”
Her needy moan killing me.
“I need you, honey. I need you close. Please. Show me I’m it, that you love me.” She begs and pleads.
Leaning down, I pull her cotton shorts to her ankles so she can step out of them before trailing my hands down the backs of her thighs and lift. “I’ll give you it all, angel. Every ounce of who I am.”
Then my lips are on hers again. Tasting and taking and giving.
hands reach between us, undoing my jeans and pulling me free.
I groan. “Fuck, how just your hand can undo me I’ll never fucking know.”
Kennedy pants onto my wet lips, stroking my dick. Not saying a word. Just moaning and gasping with every tug of her hand. Getting more worked up. “Please.”
Not wanting to waste another second, to deprive her any longer, I rip her panties clean from her body. Exposing her glistening pussy. “Goddamnit. Prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”
Grabbing my cock, she lines me up at her entrance before sinking down on me. Taking it all. Wringing me out.
“Fuuuuuuuuck.” My tone feral. My hips pumping slowly. Deeply. “Nothing compares to feeling you bare. Velvet walls wrapping tight around me. Sucking me right back in whenever I pull out.”
“Rhett,” she gasps. In want. In need. In love. “Yes! So good. Every time.”
“That’s right.” I thrust harder. Deeper still. Bottoming out. Base to clit. “Because it’s us and we’re meant only for each other.”
Kennedy’s arms wrap around my neck as her hands entwine in my hair. Running her fingers through it. Tugging and pulling. Her legs squeeze tighter at my hips as I take her with force.
Her back nailed to the wall. Head thrown back. “Right there,” she pants.
“Take it,” I grunt. “Feel me. All of me. How I need and crave every inch of you—body, heart, and soul. That it’s you and only you. Always.”
Her forehead drops to my shoulder. I feel her teeth dig into the cotton covering it.
This feels different than every time before. Somehow there’s more desperation, more need, more want. As if we’re both desperately trying to hold on to this—us.
“I love you, angel. So fucking much. You know that?” I whisper into her ear as I slow my movements. Taking it slow and deep. Making her feel me.
Pinning her to the wall with my thrusting hips, her arms wrap securely around my neck, fingers now digging into my back. Eyes locked on mine.
“God, Rhett,” she cries out. “I love you, too.”
“Together,” I breathe against her lips as I place my forehead to hers.
Tears well and slip down her cheeks, causing my chest to ache.
“Don’t cry, angel.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize either, not ever. We’re both learning as we go and that’s okay, as long as we stick together.”
“Together,” she finally agrees.
And I unleash again. Dropping a hand from groping her ass, I run my pointer and middle fingers along her lips. “Open,” I demand on a growl.
Obeying my command, her lips part. Leaning forward, she takes my fingers into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the digits and sucking. My hips never stop pounding her.
When my fingers are good and wet, I pull them free and drag them down her throat before dropping them to her clit.
Circling. Pinching. Tapping. My fingers work her over as my dick takes her under.
Her walls shudder and squeeze before convulsing wildly. “Oh my…Rhett!” She comes on a yell. Screaming my motherfucking name.
Making me feel like a king.
And taking me over the edge with her. Wringing me dry.
“Angel,” I shout as I empty inside of her.
Our lips meeting in a frenzy. Crazed and wanting and perfect.
We’re both panting as we pull away. Her tits bumping my chest as we try to catch our breath. Our eyes locked and heated. Her legs still wrapped tightly around my waist, my dick still buried deep in her tight warmth.
The moment so raw and intense—powerful and desperate—us.
Cupping her flushed cheek, I lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. Sliding my hand to the side of her head, fingers in her hair. I leave my lips to her skin as I speak. “I love you, Kennedy James. You. Nothing, no one, not ever is going to change that. I knew it from the minute I laid eyes on you. Never doubt that, not with me. I swear to you, it’s us, only us.”
“Together,” she whispers.
My eyes close. Relieved.
“Together.” I confirm.