AJ
I gripped the sheets as I buried my face in the pillow below me. I tried my very best to hold back the screams of pleasure that were ripping through me, but with each thrust of his hips it was only growing more difficult.
It had been two weeks since Rhett carried me out of Lucky’s. Two weeks of him reminding me that my body belonged to him. Apparently, he had not yet figured out that his actions only made me want to continue to wear revealing clothes. If this was the punishment that I would get, then I would take it willingly, over and over…and over again.
“Wider, Allison,” he instructed as he continued to push into me harder and faster. “Open up.” I did as he asked, and he reached around and lifted my hips higher. His movements picked up, and I could feel my body reacting to the assault. The yummy, tantalizing, pleasurable assault.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he growled in my ear as he slammed forward harder and faster. “Let me hear you, baby.” Rhett moved my hair from my face and cupped my chin. “I wanna hear you scream.”
I bit my lip to hold back and it only managed to drive him further. Though his walls were insulated, I still feared someone in his family hearing me. Not like they didn’t already know what was taking place when they woke to find my car had been in the driveway all night long. I didn’t need to remind them by giving them verbal confirmation.
“Let me hear you, Allison,” he said again, and I shook my head, attempting to hide my face once more. “I’m not gonna give you what you need until you give me what I need, and that’s to hear you cry my name.”
“Rhett,” I whispered, hoping it was enough, but he slowed his movements which was the exact opposite of what I needed from him. “No,” I whined.
“Then let me hear it.” He pushed inside me deep and swiveled his hips as I arched my back and looked over my shoulder at him. When our eyes connected, it was the look on his face alone that drove me over the edge. That sinister look of dominance, the one he gets when he knows I can’t resist him. I felt my body begin to tremble, and just when I felt like I’d started to regain control, he gripped my hips and really started to move.
“Let go for me,” he directed. My thighs began to shake as I started to push backward to meet his movements, then the pleasure took over and suddenly I was screaming out his name, demanding more.
He could control my body with one touch. It was almost as if I was made for him, and no one had ever been able to draw out the pleasure he could.
I sagged against the mattress below as he moved harder and faster before his own body went still. Little jerks and shivers were all that passed between us as we continued to ride out the after effects of our orgasms. My god, I could swear this man was going to kill me.
***
The best part of waking up next to Rhett was the feeling of safety and security it brought me. The way he held me in his arms wasn’t just when we were falling asleep, it was throughout the night too. Also like he knew the moment I slipped away, and instead of allowing me to go, he simply followed along. We always somehow ended up on the far-left side of the bed, his body curled around mine while I lay on the very far edge of the bed.
It always left me with a huge smile on my face.
My second most favorite part was waking up before him. That moment when I could simply listen to him breathing as I watched him close—his chiseled jaw, with just the right amount of scruff. There wasn’t a part of this man I didn’t adore.
There were plenty of times he made me frustrated, and I wanted to throttle the guy, but there were more times that he melted my heart. He had a soft sweet side that I felt lucky to be the receiver of. The way he watched over me when he didn’t think I was looking but believe me when I say I felt it.
There were those simple little touches too; those meant so very much. His finger skimming over my shoulder while we sat on the couch watching a movie. Or the way he would reach across the center console of his truck to rest his hand upon my knee. To some, they may seem like no big deal, but to me they meant the world.
And then there were the kisses, those on my forehead or even my temple. Talk about melting your soul and leaving you weak—those kisses they were the ones. Now don’t get me wrong, kissing Rhett was off the charts, but those simple kisses shook the ground beneath my feet every single time. Because they were sweet and almost instinctual for him, to me that was my own form of perfection.
I’d gone to that place where I’d allowed myself to imagine a life with Rhett. One where we lived in a big beautiful home, much like the one his parents lived in. A life where we had two kids and a dog, and shared game nights before he and I would sneak off after the family was in bed for some alone time.
Rhett owned my heart; there was no way to deny it. Though I kept that fact hidden deep, I was pretty sure he knew. This man hung the moon, the stars, and the sun. He was my everything.