"Nothing. Just discovering things about myself." Hiding my secret smile against her hair, I enjoy her whimper as I slide back into her from behind. Now that I’ve come, I should be able to last longer.
"Roland—"
My hips piston forward, pressing her into the mattress. Not gentle this time. Not restrained. I hug her body and pound into her until she’s crying out my name like it’s the only word she knows.
It doesn’t take long before I feel her pussy clenching and trembling around me. Not long before she’s coming hard enough to make her voice hoarse.
I come again and bury myself deeper this time. Crushing my weight against her back, pleasure hits me like a train as I stay in place. Like a plug to keep everything inside.
Kinks are fucking weird, but I can’t lie to myself. This feels right. Feels good.
We stay like this, connected, for a hot minute while we both fight to catch our breath before she’s wiggling against me.
I groan against her throat and the smallest shift as my cock feels more sensitive than it ever has. "A few more minutes."
She laughs, and the sound vibrates through both of us. "We can do this again later if you want, but you can't just stay there forever."
I could, but I may crush her to death.
Groaning, I slowly pull out and roll onto my back. She turns to face me, and the way she looks all flushed and satisfied knocks the air out of my lungs.
Reaching out, I stroke her cheek.
"I love you," I say. Because it's true. Because she deserves to hear it. "I'm getting you a ring. The next time you go to work, all those assholes are going to know you’re already taken. Don't let them touch you anymore to make money. Let me take care of you."
Her eyes go soft, and that smile does the very same. She leans in and kisses me, slow and sweet, and somehow that undoes me more than anything else we've done.
I'm panting against her throat when we break apart. She bites her lip, barely containing her amusement.
"You're hard again."
I am.
She cups my face. Her thumbs stroke my cheekbones. "How in the hell am I going to be able to keep up with you?"
“I think we can manage one day at a time.” Reaching for her, I drink in her giggle as I pull her on top of me. “Maybe one hour at a time.”
It’s going to take a minute to get everything I’ve been building up for her out of my system. Even then, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself.
But I’ve got the woman of my dreams here to call mine. Even if it’s impossible, we’ll figure something out.
twelve
Bunny
Epilogue
The air is humid this afternoon, but the twins don't care.
Ellie and Emma sit side by side in the middle of the backyard, chubby fists full of green, yanking clumps of grass like they've discovered the world's greatest treasure. Emma stuffs a handful toward her mouth, acting like she hasn't had a decent meal in days. I sigh, cross the lawn, and gently pry it from her fingers.
"No, sweet girl. We don't eat that."
She blinks up at me with those big blue eyes—Smoke's eyes, both of them inherited that piercing shade—and immediately reaches for more.
Ellie, the more diplomatic of the two, simply holds up her fistful of grass like she's offering me a bouquet. "Mama. Dis."
Her cute talk always feels like a punch to my heart.