Where We Belong

She doesn’t answer, or she does and I can’t hear her over the blood rushing in my veins and the heavy pounding of my heart.

I slide my hand underneath her lingerie and lift one breast, then the other. They bob free, so fucking heavy, swaying a little as I continue to fuck her.

I stare, mesmerized.

“Jesus. Your tits, baby. So fucking gorgeous.”

I lean forward and capture one in my mouth. Her nipple pebbles against my tongue as I suck until my cheeks hollow, until she squirms and pants in my arms, begging me to bite her and mark her skin, to suck on the other one and pinch her nipple.

“Harder,” she pleads. “More.”

I lick between her breasts and the hollow dip in her throat. I suck on her jaw, her lip.

She looks at me, panting, “I need you, Ben. So much.”

I nod, telling her with my eyes and my hands and my lips pressing against her skin that she’s not alone, that everything she feels I feel. That it’s more for me.

That no one has ever loved like this.

I hold her cheek, grinding my jaw as I thrust and thrust up into her, my hips jerking in quick movements and my balls slapping against her swollen cunt.

She drops her head back. Her body jumps in my arms, and that familiar wet tightening around my cock gets me with her in seconds.

“Ben . . . oh, shit. Oh, shit. I’m gonna come.”

“Mia,” I groan, squeezing her waist, my stomach clenching and my legs burning as I chase after her, needing this release.

So fucking close. Right there . . .

Something sharp taps twice on the window, startling us both.

My orgasm pulls out of reach and dissipates into nothing.

Rage flashes through me. Sharp and painful in my veins. “WHAT THE FUCK?” I yell, glaring at the dark figure standing outside the car.

The glass is fogged all around us. I can’t make them out.

Doesn’t matter. Whoever it is, they’re fucking dead.

Mia slumps against my chest and continues pulsing on my cock, taking her pleasure, whimpering against my neck as her body spasms in tight jerks.

“Oh, my God,” she whispers.

“Kelly?” a voice calls out.

I snatch her coat off of the seat and wrap it around her, pulling her closer. “Motherfucker,” I hiss, recognizing the voice of the man I’m about to bury. “Tully, what the fuck are you doing here?”

I watch his figure move a little. “Sorry, man. I was out here the other day. Just checking to see if the trailer that was parked back here got picked up or not. Is Evans with you?”

What the fuck did he just say?

“Do you think Evans is with me, you piece of shit? Get the fuck out of here!”

Mia laughs against my neck.

I tilt my head down. “This isn’t funny, Angel.”

“It kind of is,” she says quietly.

“What’s up, Mia?”

“Tully!”

He steps away from the window. “All right! I was just saying hi. Jesus Christ. Ease up, Kelly. It’s not like I saw anything.”

I grit my teeth.

“I heard a little.”

“I’m going to kill him,” I growl, turning my head. “He’s dead. You’re fucking dead, you hear me?”

“Leaving now!” he calls out. “See you later, Mia!”

A door closes, then the unmistakable sound of a car driving over gravel signals his exit.

Now that no one’s distracting me, getting off on my cock and moaning in my ear, I have no trouble hearing shit going on outside around us. It’s as clear as fucking day.

Speaking of my cock . . .

Mia shifts her weight in my lap.

Groaning, I drop my head against the seat as her warm, wet pussy slides along my limp shaft.

Fuck, my balls. I hope this doesn’t cause permanent damage.

“Hey.”

I tilt my head down.

“Are you okay?” Mia asks, her full lips pinching together and then lifting into a soft, sated and slightly amused smile.

I take a moment to stare at her. My anger slips away.

Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair a wild mess of dark heavy waves, falling past her shoulders and sticking to her sweat soaked skin. Her nipples are still tight from arousal. Rosy blotches and indentations made from teeth decorate her breasts and the rise of her neck.

I didn’t come? I no longer care. Look at her.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I say as I reach behind her back and quickly remove the cuffs. I rub her wrists and the bend in her arms, her biceps, soothing any ache she might have.

She falls forward, her head resting on my shoulder. Her body loose and warm.

Mia doesn’t say anything for the longest time, then with my eyes closed and my hands moving leisurely over her back she presses the softest kiss to my neck and whispers, “I am so fucking yours.”

I open my eyes.

Fuck.

A weight of relief settles over me, like I didn’t know her life was mine or that I belonged irrevocably to her until this very moment.

I bury my face in her hair as we cling to each other. Desperate and adoring touches, our whispered words being muted further by the rain against the glass, but I still say them, and so does she.

“I love you.”

“I love you. I think I want another baby.”

Mia

SOMETHING IS OFF WITH BEN.

Aside from the fact that he didn’t come earlier today during our back-seat sex romp, we’re on our way to meet up with Angie so she can spend time with Nolan, something I know he wishes we could avoid all together, and he seems to be in a decent mood.