I slide my hand between us and find my clit, start circling it.
"Fuck, that's it," Rush groans. "You're so beautiful like this."
His words push me closer. I'm right on the edge.
"I'm close," I gasp.
"Then come. Let me feel it."
I do, my whole body tensing as the orgasm tears through me.
Rush follows seconds later, burying himself deep as he comes.
We collapse together, both sweating and breathing hard. I trace patterns on his chest.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah, better now."
"Good."
We're quiet for a while, then Rush says, "Your dad really apologized?"
"Yeah, he did. He admitted he overstepped and that he should have trusted my judgment."
"That must have been hard for him."
"Probably, but he did it anyway."
"Do you think he'll back off now?"
"A little, yeah. He's still going to watch you and probably threaten you again, but I think he's starting to accept that this is my choice."
"And if he doesn't?"
"Then I'll keep choosing you anyway."
Rush pulls me closer. "I don't deserve you."
"Stop saying that."
"It's true."
"No, it's not. You deserve to be loved, Rush. You deserve to be chosen."
"Even with all my baggage?"
"Especially with all your baggage, because you're honest about it instead of hiding it."
He kisses the top of my head. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For not giving up on me."
"I'm not going to give up on you."