Because she’s gone out into the world and lived, she’s chased her dreams the same way I did. And now fate has delivered her right to me. I won’t waste this chance.
I reach back and grip the back of my shirt to tug it forward and off my body. The moment Brielle gets a look at all the new ink covering my torso, she lets out a gasp as her hand flies to her kiss-swollen lips. I’m sure she’s staring at the tattoo I have for her, for us.
Her hand is shaking as she reaches out and lets the tips of her fingers skate over the outline of the dancer, caught mid motion and frozen in time, just like she’s been in my heart and mind. One of the dancer’s arms is up in the air and thrown back like she can’t contain the joy she finds in the movement. Her other arm is up as well, but instead of being flung in the air, it’s holding the cowboy hat in place on her head.
“When did you get this?” Her voice is thin as if it’s about to break.
“A few years after we said goodbye to each other. I got a lot of shit from my brothers about it, but I needed it. I needed to keep you with me in some way, and this was the only way I knew how,” I admit.
“It’s beautiful,” she murmurs. When her eyes lift to meet mine, the curiosity and the fear there evaporate leaving behind desire and need which my body is begging me to answer. “Everton,” she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, “if this is just to see if the spark is still there, then we can’t. I don’t think I’ll survive losing you a second time.”
My arms band around her body and bring her flush against me. We both let out a hiss when our skin touches. The warmth of her soothes parts of me I always figured would be raging with how much I’ve missed her. I can only hope she finds solace in my heat and strength as well.
She melts into me and I pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger to tilt her head up to ensure she can see the truth in my words.
“I’m never letting you go again. I’m in Tiny Dancer. I’m all fucking in. It might not be easy sometimes and we’ll have to figure out how to live this life together with Rian, but I’m not walking away. I’m never letting you walk away from me again, either. We’ll make all of our dreams come true together from now on.”
“Then claim me,” her words are soft, but the challenge in them hits me right in the chest.
The giggle she lets out as I lift her and toss her on the bed has my soul soaring high above the neon from the strip and the cooler wind blowing through the desert. I make quick work of stripping down and then I’m covering her body with mine. We sigh with a rightness we’ve been missing for far too long.
Our kiss starts frantic and mellows into something softer, something real, something to be treasured and fought for. As I prop myself up with a forearm next to her head, my other hand roams over her body. I give one of her tits a squeeze and then the other, teasing her nipples to become diamond points which are begging for my mouth.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and she uses the hold to arch her body until my hard shaft slides between her soaking wet pussy lips. I rock against her and grunt when the crown of my dick rubs against her clit.
The gasping moan that comes from my woman has me clenching my jaw because I’m about a second away from losing my mind and plunging inside of her to fuck her like a feral beast. But I want to savor this; I want to savor her.
“Everton,” she mewls, “please fuck me. I need you to fuck me hard and fast. I need you to claim me.”
The pleading in her voice un-fucking-does me. “I’ll make it up to you,” I grunt.
Her lips part, probably to tell me to shut up and fuck her, but instead of words, she gasps as I find her entrance and shunt my hips forward. I fill her in one smooth motion and have to close my eyes as the feeling of her body opening for me, accepting me, fills me with a peace I’ve never felt before. Not even back then.
Maybe I had to lose her to appreciate her. Maybe she had to walk away so I could keep her this time around.
I don’t care.
All I know is that I’m going to fill her with my cum far too quickly if I’m not careful. The thought of protection rises up, but I push it away. I don’t give a fuck; I’m clean. And if I knock her up, all the better for me.
Our bodies find the perfect rhythm within a few movements. She undulates underneath me, little moans and pleading groans falling from her lips and spurring me on. My thrusts become faster and harder, chasing the past and the future at the same time.
It’s better in some ways, but familiar in a way which causes the ache I’ve been avoiding for far too long to fade in the ether of it all. I fuck her until we’re panting, until sweat drips down my back and her entire body is flushed a color pink which has me already looking towards the next time I’m buried inside of her.
Her nails dig into my shoulders and then she’s screaming out my name as her muscles lock up and her pussy squeezes myshaft. Every pulse of her walls around me is a plea for me to fill her with my cum.
I thrust a few more times and bury myself as deep inside of her as I can before I let go. Each jet of my cum painting her channel has a shiver working down my spine as my balls drain while satisfaction washes over me.
When I roll us, I don’t pull out of her, and she goes boneless where she’s draped across my chest. My hand runs up and down her back as the silence is filled with our labored breathing.
But we don’t need words. Not right now.
There will be time for them later. Right now, we simply bask in being in each other’s arms again. The smile on my face is wide as Brielle lets out a sigh filled with the same kind of contentment which is wrapping around my heart and telling me I’m exactly where I belong.
My Tiny Dancer is mine again and this time I’m not letting her go.
CHAPTER 6
BRIELLE