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Rosalie
I was kinda embarrassed that I essentially watched out the window, waiting for Snapper since around five minutes after he texted to say he’d picked up the food and was on his way.
And when he arrived, still watching, I was totally shocked when he got out of his truck and went around to the passenger side to nab two plastic bags stuffed with stacked food containers.
There had to be enough food in those to feed six people.
I didn’t know what he’d read (and was beyond caring) when I opened the front door way before he got close to it. Snapper probably already caught me watching through the window (I’d be hard to miss) so it didn’t matter anyway.
But really, I was just glad he was there and I didn’t care he knew it.
“You should have parked in the garage, Mulder,” I told him when he was six feet away.
“I don’t have a remote, Scully,” he replied.
“You don’t have a remote to your own garage?” I asked.
He made it to me and I stepped aside for him and his two bags to get through.
And he did this saying, “It’s your garage, Rosie.”
“I don’t even have a rental agreement.”
Snap had no reply to that.
He just walked to the kitchen.
I closed the door and followed him, asking, “Is the whole Club coming over for dinner?”
He dumped the bags on the countertop, turned, shrugging off his cut to toss it also on the counter, revealing a skintight cream thermal that was drool-worthy, and grinned at me. “I wanted you to have what you wanted so I bought everything you said you liked, but before you get grateful on me, I had an ulterior motive since Indian leftovers are the shit.”
I loved the first part of that and he was right about the second part, so I smiled back.
He started undoing the tied handles of the bags while I decided not to get stuck on the fact that it was a hair down day for Snapper, and I liked it, as well as the fact that he was letting his beard grow in, though it was still longer at the chin, and the way the growth was progressing looked crazy-good on him.
Instead, I tore my eyes away from his unique brand of handsomeness and got out plates, cutlery, and beers.
“You have a good time with your mom?” he asked, taking out the containers, lining them up on the counter and flipping them open.
“We always have a good time,” I answered.
“She’s pretty awesome,” he murmured.
She was.
I was just thrilled to know he thought she was.
“She likes you too,” I shared.
His head turned my way and the expression on his face told me this sounded like a throwaway conversation, but it was anything but to Snapper. He wanted my mom to like him because he wanted a future with me.
“Good,” he said.
I tucked my hair behind my ear and grabbed some spoons, shoving them in the containers as Snap opened them.
We dished up, grabbed our beers, and headed to my couch. I settled in, ready to tuck in, feeling nervous and shy.
This wasn’t about the conversation we were going to have. Snap hadn’t left much in doubt that he wanted to go there with me. We had some tough stuff to get through, but Snapper had proved he was adept at handling me.
It was about after, when we’d go another there.
It was all well and good waking up with Snapper mostly naked in the bed he bought me in the house he’d given me after a perfect night.
But right then it was so much more.
If this conversation went well, this was going to happen.
And I knew it meant everything to him.
It meant the same to me.
So that other there we might be going to tonight had to go awesome.
Snap didn’t join me on the couch at first.
Instead, he put his plate and beer down on the coffee table and moved to the fireplace. He turned a knob on the side and the fire jumped to life.
He didn’t whip out his phone and set the speakers I’d noticed that were set in the ceiling to playing Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On.”
But it still set the scene.
Oh yeah.
I was nervous and feeling shy.
I pushed some butter chicken into the center pile of rice and shoved it in my mouth.
Snap sat opposite me on the couch and grabbed his plate.
I chewed, swallowed, and asked, “Do you do the yard work?”
He looked to me. “Come again?”
“The yard.” I jerked my head toward the door behind us. “It’s all set for the winter. Do you do the yard work?”
“No,” he told me.
He didn’t expound.
Then again, he didn’t really need to.
I looked to the plate, shoved some chicken korma into the rice and ate that, still staring at my plate.
“What gives, Scully?” he asked.
I looked to him, chewed, swallowed and said, “Nothing gives.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re bein’ weird.”
“I am?” I asked.
But I was.
I was all the way across the couch, shoved into a corner, my plate in front of my chin like I hadn’t had food in six months and was intent to shovel it in, my body screaming, “This is my space, do not invade it!”
“We’re eating and having a conversation. I’m not gonna jump you on the couch through butter chicken,” he stated.
“You turned on the fire,” I pointed out.
“So? That fire rocks. It’s February. It was a pain in the ass to get that fucker in and I’ve never had the opportunity to enjoy it. So I turned it on.”
“It’s romantic,” I said softly.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I’m here. You’re here. We’re gonna sort our shit so I’m feelin’ romantic, baby. But I’m hungry and we got shit to talk about so before I do anything about that feeling, I’m gonna eat and we’re gonna talk, and if we’re both there after, we’ll explore that feeling. Right now, it’s just nice to be sitting on a couch, just you and me, having dinner. We’ve never had that. So might as well do it up right.”
He did that all the time.
He always did it up right.
And he was very correct.
It was nice to be there, just Snap and me, for the first time.
It just sucked there was so much heavy we had to get through, hopefully successfully, before we could get past it.
I decided right then it was time to get past it.
“You know, you mean the world to me too,” I blurted.
He blinked.
I kept blurting.
“It’s just that I’m worried about losing you to whatever is going on with Benito Valenzuela and Bounty, because I’m guessing that’s dangerous. And I know Chaos are vigilantes and you patrol your turf and that makes me anxious. I also was with a guy but then started falling for you when I was with that guy and obviously you know I was with that guy so now you know that happened, and I’m worried that you’re gonna think I’m messed up, going from guy to guy to guy even when I’m with a guy and that might happen to you. The part, I mean, about jumping to another guy when I’m with you.”
I took in a huge breath and then kept talking.
“This house is beautiful and the bed is amazing but we haven’t talked about how much rent is gonna be so you’re not out money, looking after me. We also haven’t talked about how I’m gonna pay you back for the bed. And Mom pointed something out today that I feel crap about, knowing you had feelings for me and I was doing something dangerous, which probably worried you sick since you couldn’t protect me. And this makes me think that I’m all about me, or that you’ll think I’m all about me. Selfish and self-involved and not considering other people’s feelings.”
When I stopped talking and kept silent for a while, Snapper spoke.
“Is that it?”
He wanted more?
“Isn’t that enough?” I queried.
He nodded and said, “Just makin’ sure that’s all we got.”
“Um…do you have anything you wanna discuss?” I asked and finished apprehensively. “I mean, since it seems we’re setting the night’s agenda.”
He looked like he was trying hard not to start laughing.
Then his white teeth came out, sunk right in the center of his beautiful lower lip just like they did at Zip’s. I got mesmerized at the same time sidetracked, and it was me wondering if I should jump him through the butter chicken.
Sadly, he let his lip go and spoke, breaking the spell.
“How about we break yours down first?” he suggested.
I didn’t know whether to be happy we weren’t going to push any weird small talk and instead were going to get it out of the way or to be freaked that what he said intimated that he had items for the agenda.
I didn’t comment on this. I just nodded.
He swallowed the load of Indian food he’d put in his mouth waiting for me to nod, reached out and nabbed his beer, took a swig, then set it aside and turned back to me.
Then he started.
“Valenzuela and Bounty, Rosalie, they are not your problem.”
He said this unyielding, like he could just get away with saying that and I’d let that go when we were talking about really bad bad guys and a beef with a rival motorcycle club, not to mention vigilante activities.
“Snap—”
“Nope.” He shook his head. “No. Your involvement in that stopped in that warehouse. It’s over for you now.”
“But it’s not over for you,” I said quietly. “And we’re right now finding our way to the us I think it’s clear both of us want, so if you’re gonna be a part of my life, what’s part of your life will be part of mine.”
“Is it clear?” he asked.
“Sorry?” I asked back.
“The thing that you said I really wanna get into, Rosie, is that you’d started falling for me. Considering what put us here, I felt it was priority to state you got nothing to worry about with Valenzuela and Bounty. But now we’re there.”
“I’d rather clear things up about Valenzuela and Bounty,” I replied.
“Baby, are you falling for me?”
It was a whisper, soft and sweet with snowy, blue eyes intent on me, like the next words I spoke were the words he’d been waiting for since he’d started breathing.
“You’re…you’re…” God! “You’re Snap.”
His tone was the same when he confirmed, “I am but that doesn’t answer the question, Rosie.”
My tone matched his when I returned, “To me it does.”
His snowy blue eyes started flaming as he muttered, “Fuck, now I’m not hungry and instead I wanna jump you through the butter chicken.”
From what I’d eaten, I could tell the food he got was crazy-good and I’d been hungry.
But now I wasn’t. I also wasn’t feeling nervous or shy. I just wanted him to jump me.
Even so, we needed to stay on target.
“I don’t want you to think I’ll find someone else when I’m with you,” I whispered.
“Rosie, do you think I’d be sittin’ right here…hell, you’d be sittin’ right here if I thought that?”
That made sense.
But still.
“I need you to know. I need to say the words. I need you to understand I know that was there and how it happened and it’s still all about you. It was messy and crazy and scary but you came through all that, solid and strong and protective, and it became about that. But it feels wrong because it was all the first parts.”
“It’s not wrong, Rosalie.”
“I want to make sure you believe that.”
“I can assure you, baby, that I believe that.”
I wished that worked.
It just didn’t.
Not for me.
Because I knew how it was supposed to be.
“My mom…my dad…” I shook my head hard, trying to shake some sense into the words I had to say so he’d understand how important they were, “there was no one else for her and no one else for him. It wasn’t about being a couple and forsaking all others. When they got together, the world just vanished. They functioned in it and I came along and they made me part of their world, but it was just us. There was family and there were friends, but in the end, it was just us. They never shared, either of them, but at least for Mom, outside going to the prom with somebody, I don’t think there was anyone before him for her. I know my grandparents were freaked he was so much older than her but then Dad was Dad and he won them around.”
“You cannot live your parents’ life, honey,” he said gently.
I nodded. “No, I get that. I totally do. That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying I’d want the man I decided on to know there was no one for me but him. That I want our lives and our children to be our world. I want the end result of what they had but it’s not even that. I’d want my man to know down to his bones that was what he was getting from me.”
“And you think, we go to that place, because of how this began, I’ll question that,” he deduced.
“I think you’re brothers with Shy, so that history is just plain in your face, and then I was with Beck when things started, and I think life happens, arguments happen, and it would kill me if anything ever shook your understanding it’s only you.”
“Baby, when we make love later, you’re gonna find out I’m not comin’ to you a virgin.”
I put my plate to my lap, leaned his way and said, “It’s not the same.”
“I been along for this ride with you, Rosie. Do you think I missed that?”
“No, it’s just—”
“I’m totally fuckin’ in love with you.”
I leaned back and stared, a flare happening around my heart that started to spread throughout my chest cavity.
“Gone, babe. Gone,” he continued. “You’re sweet and you’re funny and you’re not selfish. How you could think that, I do not know, seein’ as you put your ass on the line to save the soul of the man you were living with.”
As much as I was rejoicing in what he’d said to me, I had to lay out where all that was at.
“That wasn’t just for him, Snap, it was also for me.”
“All right, if you told tell me there is some form of pure altruism out there, Rosalie, I’ll tell you you’re wrong because it doesn’t exist. Even if you get nothin’ outta something good you do, you still get the satisfaction that you’re the kind of person who would do it. So in the end, that’s getting something. So yeah, part of your angle was to get something outta that. You also got your face fucked up and your ribs busted. You knew that was a possibility and instead of getting shot of that guy, you carried on. So what do you think that says to me?”
“I was with that guy,” I replied. “The wrong guy.”
“No,” he denied, beginning to sound impatient. “It says if you care about someone, it’s not about going that extra mile. It’s about giving everything. Honest to God, I fell in love with your tits and your hair and that beautiful voice and the way of you that I’ve learned recently you got from your mother and that cute-as-fuck skip-walk you got goin’ on first, Rosie. But after that, all that is you filled in the rest and I don’t give that first fuck he was there in between. He isn’t anymore. And that’s where we are now. He doesn’t factor to me. He only factors to you and you’ve gotta let that go, Rosie. Because for me it’s already gone.”
“I get into this with you and later, it comes back to haunt me, that would not be good, honey,” I pushed.
“It won’t.”
“You can’t tell the future, Everett.”
“When it comes to you, I can,” he declared, all flinty. “We’re gonna finish this conversation and the food. Then we’re gonna go upstairs and finish what we started this morning. Tomorrow, we’re gonna wake up and do more a’ that. Repeat for eternity, tossin’ in a couple of kids along the way. That’s our future, Rosie. And just to make that clear, knowin’ now you’re falling for me, my world shrank to what’s on this couch the minute with both sat on it but you should know, my world started shrinking long before that. And I’m not only good with that, it makes me really, fuckin’ happy.”
Right then, I was really fucking happy too.
“I have a feeling,” I whispered, the words uneven from the emotion stuck in my throat, “that you’re not gonna let me pay rent.”
A smile bloomed on his face, huge, handsome, amazing.
He knew I was happy too, finally allowing myself to reach for it, and he was right about there not being any pure altruism because he also knew he gave me that, and he got something huge out of it.
That was what made him happy.
The chance at a shot of making me happy.
God, that was all just so Snapper.
“You wanna exercise your independence, we’ll negotiate somethin’ that makes you feel easy about that but you can still buy garden furniture. The bed, babe, that’s not gonna happen since, if shit works out the way it should, I’ll be in it as much as you, so that’s on me.”
“Are you saying that you wanna…” I swallowed, happy we were there, no…thrilled, but this was maybe too fast, “move in together?”
He shook his head. “Nope. I think you need some time and space, and we got more gettin’-to-know-you shit to do. But yeah, obviously eventually. Definitely.”
And with that, Snap shoveled in more food.
I called his attention back to me. “Snap, Valenzuela and Bounty.”
“Babe—”
“It worries me.”
He gave me a thorough look and I could tell he was thinking deeply about this.
It took two mouthfuls of rice and korma with a chaser of a bite of tikka masala coated naan for him to come to a conclusion about what he was going to say.
“You know Chaos has been patrolling our turf now for well over a decade.”
I didn’t know that.
“Okay,” I replied.
“Nothing has happened, Rosie. Not even close. Before Valenzuela, patrol wasn’t even that big of a deal because everyone doin’ stupid shit in Denver knew to keep it off Chaos. We just did it regularly to make sure that message stayed out there.”
“Okay,” I repeated.
He studied me again while he was eating and I took another bite too while he did it.
Finally, he pressed forward.
“Before my time, when they were pullin’ outta some shit they were into, they lost a man.”
Uh-oh.
“Good guy,” he carried on, “way everyone tells it, the best.”
“Snapper,” I whispered.
“And I tell you that, Rosalie, because that loss did two things. It tore apart every member who stayed in the club and it solidified the brotherhood as well as the path they were on to get clean. I know that’s a dichotomy but it’s the way the story is told and it’s the brotherhood I know. So what I’m sayin’ is, that last part, we got in hand, but that first part, every brother is going to do everything in their power not to let that happen again.”
“Not everything is in Chaos’s power,” I pointed out.
“That man they lost, name was Black, he had a woman and two boys.”
Uh-oh!
“She’s Chaos lore too, baby,” he went on gently. “The way it’s told, she never got over that and they loved their brother, they loved that woman, they loved those boys, so they felt his loss three ways. So when I say we’re gonna do everything in our power not to lose anything precious along the way, we’re gonna go balls to the wall with that.”
He didn’t lean into me but the way he was looking at me changed so it made it feel like he’d slid across the couch and got in my space.
“We are not doin’ this stupid. We’re playin’ this smart. Those men have women and children to protect, Rosalie. I know you get that Club is a family, but maybe you don’t get that Club is family. We want this done and we’re all in to do it, but we’re not gonna Butch and Sundance this shit. We all got different parents but we share blood. Chaos is our blood, baby, and I’m not sayin’ shit isn’t intense. I’m sayin’ we’re not taking unnecessary chances. And I can’t tell the future. What I’m askin’ is for you to trust me.”
“I trust you, Snapper.”
“Then all we got left is to eat and then we can go upstairs.”
“There’s nothing you have for the agenda?” I asked.
“Nope,” he answered.
Well, that was a relief.
“We have something else to talk about,” I shared as he shoved food in his mouth.
“What?” he asked after he’d swallowed.
“I want you to get that what I’m gonna say is real and not about all you’re giving me.”
“What?” he repeated.
“And I’m worried it’s too soon and you won’t believe in it.”
“Baby…” He was losing patience. “What?”
“I’m not falling for you,” I told him.
A look came over his face that made me scramble to keep talking.
“I’ve already fallen in love with you.”
He froze.
Solid.
Staring at me.
I sat.
Solid.
Staring at him.
Snapper broke the silence.
“Shit, fuck, we’re gonna have to nuke it,” he growled, practically threw his plate on the coffee table, yanked mine out of my hand and did the same, then pulled me out of the couch.
Before I knew what was happening, he was pulling me up the stairs.
“Snap!” I snapped.
He turned and I nearly collided with him but stopped because his hands came up, framed my face, and he bent low from his step above me to put his face in mine.
“You just gave yourself to me, Rosie, so I’m havin’ you now and I don’t give a shit the naan is never as good after it’s microwaved.”
I was wrong.
The fireplace was okay for setting a romantic mood.
But the best romance in the world was standing with your man’s hands on you in the curve of a spiral staircase talking about microwaving naan bread.
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to throw my arms around him. I wanted to go up on my toes and press my lips hard to his.
I’d found the man who was perfect for me and he was mine.
I didn’t get a shot to do any of that.
He dropped his head farther and kissed me.
It didn’t even start sweet.
It started wet and hot and stayed that way until Snapper broke the kiss, let go of my face, but again grabbed my hand and pulled me up the rest of the stairs.
When we got up there, I was ready to yank off all my clothes, all his clothes, and go at it fast and furious.
But Snapper had other ideas.
Sure, he walked direct to the bed.
And sure, he got right on it.
That was, sitting on it and pulling me in his lap with both my legs to the side (not even any straddle action!).
He reached out, turned on the light, and came back to me.
“Snapper,” I whispered, curling the fingers of one hand around the side of his neck.
“Rosalie,” he whispered back, sliding his hand up my spine.
When his fingers made it into my hair and he didn’t pull me down to his lips, I shared, “Mom and I bought condoms at Walgreens.”
His eyes flashed. “Love a girl who’s prepared.”
“I’m not usually prepared.”
“Strike that. Love my Rosalie was in the headspace to know this was gonna happen and she prepared for me. But just to say, baby, you never need to worry. I’ll have that covered for us.”
I had no doubt.
I stroked his whiskered jaw with my thumb and asked, “Are you gonna kiss me?”
“In a sec,” he answered, his fingers in my hair, the tips of them stroking the edge of my hairline behind my ear.
It felt crazy-nice.
His tongue in my mouth on the stairs had felt better.
He did this for a while, staring up into my eyes, and I shifted in his lap.
“Honey—” I began to prompt.
“This is gonna be our first time, Rosie, so we’re gonna remember it, and I want it to be worth remembering.”
Oh God.
How much more perfect could he be?
“’Kay,” I muttered. “Take your time.”
He grinned.
And it got that much more perfect.
“Love you,” he whispered.
And much, much more perfect.
“Love you too,” I whispered back.
His hand fisted in my hair. “Yeah. And thank you for loving me.”
Oh God.
And now he was even more perfect.
“I think that’s my line,” I retorted.
“Waited for you awhile, Rosie. So you’d be wrong.”
I couldn’t take anymore.
I dipped closer, sliding my hand up to cup his jaw.
“If you don’t kiss me soon, I’m gonna go crazy,” I told him in all honesty.
“Your ribs—” he began.
I cut him off. “I’ll deal.”
His expression started changing. “No you won’t.”
“Baby,” I hissed, putting my lips almost on top of his, “shut up and kiss me.”
He shut up.
And then he whipped me to my back on the bed, curling over me, and he kissed me.
He did not tear my clothes off.
I did not tear his off.
We kissed and we touched and we stroked over clothes, then under them.
After a while we kissed harder and deeper and we touched more and I pulled off his thermal. He drew away to yank off his boots and socks.
He came back and we kissed hotter and wilder and we touched hungrier. But I got the better end of that deal because his smooth, sleek, warm skin was under my hands, I could feel the power of the muscle underneath that heated silk, and with all the kissing and touching and that, suddenly I was all about making this something to remember and going at it hot and heavy.
And fast.
So I pushed up with my hips to roll him to his back, straddled him, sat up, and pulled off my thermal and cami.
Astride him in nothing up top but my bra, Snapper just wrapped his fingers around the skin at my waist and slowly slid them up.
I felt him straining against his fly between my legs but he took his time.
“Baby,” I whispered.
He sat up, touched his mouth to mine, wrapped an arm around me then glided his free hand up to my breast.
He held the weight in his palm over my bra but did nothing else.
“Snapper, honey,” I breathed, pressing and swirling my hips into his hardness.
“Rosie,” he whispered back, his sweet baritone drifting all over me.
He used his arm at my waist to pull me back and dropped his head to my chest.
Unhurried, he slid it to the breast he was not holding, over the swell, then back again, this time tracing the edge of the lace with his tongue.
Now we were getting somewhere.
But he was still going slow.
Restlessly, I churned against his hips, stroking his hair, his back, arching into his touch.
“I’m not real sure I can do slow,” I told him breathlessly on the backward glide of his tongue.
“No?” he asked my skin.
“No,” I murmured.
“Hmm…” he hummed against my skin.
God!
He was driving me crazy!
I ground into him, bunching his hair in my fingers, my mouth opening to say something (maybe whine, maybe beg, I was up for anything that might work at that point) when suddenly he tore the cup of the bra down and honed in with thumb and forefinger, twisting gently, just as he sucked my other nipple into his mouth over the bra.
The awesomeness of that tore through me. I jerked in his hold and he held me to him before he switched nipples and hands and then he was mouth-to-mouth on me.
Way.
More.
Awesome.
“Snapper,” I moaned.
He sucked. He swirled. He rubbed me with the front of his teeth. And I rolled in his lap, pressing into his cock, doing all I could to stroke it with the crotch of my jeans.
He let my nipple go, pulled my mouth down to his, and kissed me hot and wet before he broke it and ordered gruffly, “Baby, get on your feet.”
I didn’t want to get on my feet.
I wanted to get him in me.
But I got on my feet.
I’d barely got my trembling legs to support me before his hands went to my fly.
Okay, this was good. I was happy to be on my feet for this.
The zip went down then my jeans went down.
My panties, thankfully, went down with them.
I stepped out of them hurriedly.
Snap surged up out of the bed.
“No!” I cried, landing both hands on his broad, bared shoulders and pressing down. “We’re both getting farther away from where we’re supposed to be.”
He gave me a look that would melt asphalt at the same time it was filled with humor that I decided in an instant I utterly adored before his fingers went to the button on his jeans.
He grabbed his wallet before he shoved them down.
He stepped out of them, opened his wallet, pulled out a condom, and tossed his wallet to the nightstand.
“Hurry,” I urged, not caring that I did it staring greedily at the perfection of the cock that had sprung free from his jeans and was now standing full and hard and proud, reaching toward me.
“Babe, hurrying a condom is a bad thing,” he muttered, sounding growly turned on and amused, and I utterly adored that too.
I reached out and spread my hands across his pecs, touching him and watching him roll the condom on his beautiful, thick cock, all the way down to the root, dancing lightly on my feet with anticipation, salivating, running my thumbs hard over his nipples.
Snap latched onto my hips and sank back down on the bed, pulling me into his lap, this time not with my legs to one side, but a knee to either side.
Now we were talking.
“I’ll give you a foreplay blowjob our second go,” I offered, aiming myself at that goodness.
“Foreplay for me with you essentially involves you lookin’ at me, so that’s unnecessary, but I’m not gonna say no,” he replied, guiding me to his goodness but doing it way too damned slow.
“Snapper, hurry,” I rushed.
Laugher in his tone now. “Rosie, it isn’t going anywhere.”
I grasped either side of his head and looked into his eyes.
“I want you,” I whispered.
With a rumble I felt from scalp to toes, he pulled me down and filled me.
Snapper was finally inside me.
My head fell back, my hands slid down to clench his neck, and I started moving.
“Fuck…me,” he groaned.
He didn’t mean it that way, but all I could think was, gladly.
“Oh my God, you feel…” I started on an upward glide, “beautiful,” I ended on a puff of breath on a downward one.
He held me steady, arched away from him, riding his cock, with an arm slanted along my back and alternately played with my nipples and sucked them while I rode.
Which made me ride faster.
“Careful, honey,” he murmured.
He was worried about my ribs, but…
No fucking way.
We were making this one to remember and we were going to do it in a way we’d never, ever forget.
I went faster.
“Jesus, Rosie,” he grunted.
“God,” I pushed out, loving the heft of him inside me, the support of his arm around me, the smell of him all around me, feeling it build in me.
I went faster.
“Jesus, fuck, Rosie.”
From every word he said it dripped that I was building it in him too.
And I loved that.
I snapped forward, my hair going everywhere, all around me, all around his face and shoulders, and I took his mouth in a hard kiss.
Then I gasped down his throat as he clamped an arm around my hips. Keeping me full of him, he shot up to his feet then turned and we were down and he was the one taking the ride.
I wouldn’t have believed it, but this was even better.
I wound my legs around him, one at his waist, one at his thigh, and lifted my hips to take him as deep as he could go.
His hand went between us, his finger hit the spot, and I moved my hands to his hair, clutched both into the length and whimpered, “Snap.”
“Rosie,” came his guttural reply.
And with that I was gone, flying, soaring, reaching for the stars, feeling Snap take his weight fully into his forearms on either side of me so all I took of him was him bucking between my legs. I heard his sharp grunts followed by a long groan and I felt him touching the heavens right there with me.
He stayed deep and I’d wrapped everything I had around him, holding him to me, when I came down, feeling his breaths hot and hard against the skin of my neck.
“That was awesome,” I breathed.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“Totally awesome,” I decreed.
On a small lurch of his body that told me he thought I was funny, he repeated in a voice that shared the same thing, “Yeah.”
“Snapper?” I called.
He lifted his head, adjusted an arm so he could stroke my neck with his thumb, and looked me in the eyes.
“Yeah, baby?”
“It worked out in the end,” I told him.
“What?” he asked.
“I found the one who was perfect for me.”
He didn’t seem sated or amused or anything right then.
He stared down at me under him, his body connected with mine, and he looked at me in a way that I knew that earlier, he had not lied.
I was his world.
So yeah.
Definitely.
Perfect for me.
Then he spoke, and as was Everett “Snapper” Kavanaugh’s wont, he made it even better.
“I know the feeling.”