Cruise

Riding back from New Haven gave me a lot of time to think about my birth mom, my dad, the mom who raised me, the Senator, and my life in general. I was well aware of how hollow my existence had been: fast cars and faster women, and nothing to ever fulfill a deeper need.

Being away from Clara for twenty-four hours, I can tell there’s a difference in me. She’s messed with my molecules, the atoms of my heart aligning with hers. She’s burrowed herself into my chest, penetrating my cold heart, letting the sun shine in. I welcome her warmth wholeheartedly.

When I reach the edge of town, there is only one place I want to be and that is with my Dove. I don’t go to the penthouse for clean clothes or a shower after a day of riding.

Alex turns off, heading home and I ride straight to my Dove’s house. Without giving her advance notice, I’m greeted with a messy bun, face clean of makeup, tight jeans, and a tighter tank top worn without a bra. Cocking my eyebrows up, I shift to make space for my growing hard-on. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

With flair, she twists her hips and kicks the door open wider. “Get in here and kiss me.”

Fucking sexy as all get out. With a head full of bad intentions that will feel so good, I move forward, grab her around the waist, and put her over my shoulder. Her laughter echoes behind us while she drags the back of my shirt and jacket up and dips her fingertips into the back of my jeans. “I take it you missed me?”

Although her body slightly tenses, she replies, “I missed you so much.”

Sentimental?

Sad?

I’m not sure what emotion I hear in her voice. Flipping her in front of me, her legs wrap around my waist and I hold her ass. “I missed these pretty eyes.” Leaning in, I kiss her.

She rubs my biceps. “I missed these arms and might have had a dream about them.”

Her lips meet mine again but this time she doesn’t sit back after. I like where this is going. Giving her ass a hard squeeze, I say, “I missed this fine ass.”

Kiss.

“I missed . . .” She drags the pad of her finger across my bottom lip. I bite it. She jumps but smiles. “These lips.”

Kiss.

“Where did you miss these lips?”

“Right here.” Her body wiggles against mine, the heat between her legs warming my abs.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you.” I carry her the rest of the way into the bedroom and toss her on the bed. “Tell me you’re wearing those tiny white panties of yours.”

She pops the snap on her jeans and slides the zipper down just enough to flash me. “You mean these?”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. “Take your jeans off before I shred them with my teeth.”

Her eyes are set on my straining cock. I drop my jacket and tug at the back of my collar, pulling my shirt off over my head. Shoes, and jeans come off even quicker. Hers don’t come off fast enough, so I give her a helping hand by tugging at the ankles. When that fine ass of hers lands on the floor, I bend to pick her up just as fast. “Fuck, sorry about that. Are you okay?”

The shock on her face—wide-open tempting mouth to wide eyes—morphs into a smile and laughter. “Oh my God, Cruise. You’re so rough—”

“I didn’t mean to yank you off the bed.” With my hands under her arms, I right her to her feet. “Damn tight jeans.”

“I was going to say that I kind of like it.”

“You do?”

Even with her ankles caught up in her jeans, her hot little body presses to mine. “With you, I do.”

Trust.

It’s more than a word we talk about. It’s found together.

She steps out of her jeans and climbs back on the bed while I watch her. “You’re sexy as fuck.”

Flipping onto her back, her hand dips under her tank. “Less talking. More . . .” She smiles but doesn’t finish the sentence.

Toeing my socks off, I then climb on the bed right over her. Resting my dick against the hot spot between her legs, I ask, “More what, Dove? Tell me what you want.”

There’s a pause, just long enough for me to take a breath. “I want.”

When she bites her lip, I say, “Tell me. I’ll do anything you want.”

“I want your mouth on me down there.”

Down there. I’ll take it. That’s more than I could get out of her when we first met. “Down there on your pussy?”

She nods, and I take a slow descent downward after giving her a quick kiss. Spreading her legs, I eye those little cotton undies of hers. I exhale to slow my hunger for her. Not able to resist for long, I dip my head down and rest the bridge of my nose against the apex of her softness. The tips of her fingers slide against my scalp and I close my eyes and inhale what’s mine deep into my lungs.

Opening my mouth, I slide my jaw together while scrapping my teeth against her. Her flat stomach rises against the palm of my hand and I hold her down when she moans. I want to eat right through this fabric to get to her, but I want to eat her more.

“I missed you,” I say, kissing the inside of her thigh.

She tugs my hair to get my attention. When I look up, she says, “Come here.”

Sentimental for sure. I recognize it in her tone, because I feel it being back with her. When I’m hovering over her, I want to kiss her, but I want to hear what she wants more.

Touching my cheek, she lifts up and I bend down, our lips meeting and our mouths open, our tongues move together like our bodies. “Is this what you wanted, Dove?”

“Yes.”

She’s gotten more adventurous sexually. Just like our trust, it’s built over time. Rolling over, I lift my ass to remove my boxers. “You gonna take those panties off?”

“I thought you were going to shred them?”

“Thought or hoped?”

“Both.

When my dick springs free, she can’t keep from touching it. She’s fascinated. Like I am by her. The head is touched, causing my stomach muscles to clench in anticipation.

I maneuver down until my knees are between her legs. “I want that top off too. Let me see those tits.”

Her nipples are hard, even through the thick fabric of her tank. Her body’s reaction is a total turn-on. I used to be more careful how I talked, but together, we like a little dirty with the love we make.

When she’s bare before me, I start kissing her neck and thrusting against her leg. Fuck, I don’t care. She’s hot and she’s my girlfriend. “You look so good, baby. Forgive me. I just want to make love to you.”

“Make love?” She eyes me suspiciously. “Or fuck?”

My breath stops as I stare at her. Is she going to pray her way out of that curse word? The sides of her lips curl and she sighs a breath of relief. Whispering, I say, “Fuck.”

“Then fuck me, Cruise.”

“God, your mouth. I want to kiss it and fuck it.”

“We have all night, but stop teasing me. My body feels empty without you.”

Thank you, God, for sending me one of your angels.

When she giggles, I catch her eyes on me, and she asks, “Did you just thank the Lord for me?”

Damn, I thought that was in my head. “I did because I am. I’m grateful for you.”

The feel of her hand caressing my cheek feels good, so I lean into it. “I l—care about you so much, Dove.”

This is one of those times she has every right to be mad at me, but she’s not. She smiles. “I care about you, too, Cruise. So much.” Wriggling beneath me, she adds, “Please, babe. I want you inside me.”

Reaching toward the nightstand, my forearm is grabbed. “Just us tonight.”

I rest on my elbows. “No condom?”

“No. I want to feel every part of you.”

“You’re still on birth control?”

“I am.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am.” Running her hands through the hair on the side of my head, she says, “Only if you want to.”

“I do. I really do.” I’ve never done this before, but I want this with her.

“Okay,” she replies with a smile.

I wanted those damn sexy panties off minutes ago, so I could ravage her. Now the mood has shifted, just like our relationship, and I want to go back to taking it slow and appreciating every part of her body while romancing her mind.

The tip of my dick touches her entrance and I push just enough to test her wetness. That wasn’t needed.

She’s slick with desire.

For me.

Just like I’m hard.

For her.

Another inch deep and another kiss shared. Our tongues exploring each other’s mouths until I’m in to the hilt of her luscious body. “You feel so good.”

Her arms wrap around me and she moves her hips. “Don’t stop. Keep moving, babe.”

Our bodies slide together as a sheen of sweat covers us. I want to watch her face as she comes. I want to see how her body reacts, but my eyelids are heavy, the feeling of being buried inside my soul overcomes me and I close them.

I thrust and she takes.

She gives and I take.

Never this good. So good.

I kiss her once more, and then whisper against her shoulder, “Soul mate,” before biting down gently. Adrenaline rushes my veins, my body fucking until I hear her fall apart and feel her body tremor around me. I let go, moving on instinct, driving toward that goal. I pour my heart and soul into her. More than physically, I give her everything I’ve been holding inside for her—my cares and love, my worries, and protective side. I’m so tempted to tell her, but drop down on top of her, my mind freed from burdens and black after I gave in to the brightness.

“I could fall asleep right now,” I say.

Stroking my head, she whispers, “You can.” She kisses me. “Sleep.”

I keep my eyes closed, but I shift to the side so I don’t crush her. Licking my lips, I kiss her shoulder and then rest, my head next to hers. My arm tightens around her middle and I pull her closer, her back against my front, and hold her.

I’m just about to fall asleep with a smile on my face when I hear her whisper, “I missed you.”

I love you.