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I lick up and down, slowly, then get laser fucking focused on her hard little button. The way she raises her hips and starts pulling at my hair, I think I’m getting ready to hit the bullseye.
Her flavor is more than I can handle. I see white spots, a beast-like growl vibrating through me as I swallow down her sweet honey, then suck hard on her little nub.
She shoots off and bucks like a rodeo bronco against me, but she’s no match for my grip. I tug her softness against my mouth, sucking and slurping as I ride out her orgasm, her wet heat drenching my face.
But I’m not done.
Her next orgasm is just as strong as I pump my tongue in and out of her opening, the pad of my thumb working her clit as I nearly go off at the sound of her calling my name.
As she pants and comes down, I brace myself over her, kissing her and sharing her sweet and savory flavor as her body twitches and writhes under me.
“Now,” I say as I pull back, her eyes unfocused, her hands on my shoulders. “You’re a virgin, baby, but tell me, are you on anything that’s going to keep me from breeding you?”
“Breeding?” she repeats, her cheeks bright red as she tries to get her brain re-engaged.
“Yes, baby. Breed. Cum. Eggs. Ovaries. Baby making 101. I’m going in raw. I’m going to unload right up against your cervix, and I’m going to keep doing it until I take root. So I need to know, you got anything going on that’s going to fuck up my program?”
Her mouth is wide, eyes on mine, holding her breath. Then she shakes her head. It’s almost imperceptible, but that’s all I need.
“Good girl. Because I’m coming for you.”
All my life, I’ve resisted commitment. All my life, I’ve avoided the idea of getting married. I’ve even avoided weddings because all I could ever think was this whole fucking idea is doomed.
But now, here, with her in my arms, and this crazy fucking white-hot fire in my belly and heart? It’s the most natural thing in the world.
And conveniently, we’re on our way to a wedding right now. So, I mean, really. I might be a difficult motherfucker, but I can see the writing on the wall.
“I’m gonna say something fucking crazy. You ready?”
She turns in my arms a little, looking up at me, long lashes dusting her cheeks as she blinks. “Yeah.”
“I love you.”
She laughs a little and my heart breaks a little.
“Tor.”
“I mean it, baby. Seeing you for the first time split me in two. And having you is the only thing that’s going to keep me together.”
She looks up at the RV’s ceiling. Then she takes a deep breath and runs her fingers over my chest. Light and sweet. “Alright. My turn to say something crazy.”
Fuck. Fucking fuck. “Hit me.”
“I love you, too. Psychopath. Serial killer.”
Christ. My eyes blur with the emotion of it. I can’t even bring myself to look at her because I know there’s a non-zero chance I’m going to start to cry for real. Still, though. There’s something else that needs to be said. Because love is just words unless there’s action.
“I see your crazy thing and I raise you,” I tell her, my heart thundering, because this might be the most important closing argument I’ve ever made in my life.
“Alright. I’m ready.”
“We should get married.”
She snorts out a laugh. God, what a beautiful sound her happiness is. “What’s that?”
“We should fucking get married. Because there is no universe in which you aren’t mine. And there is no version of this life in which I don’t spend every fucking morning and night just like this. With you in my arms, where you belong.”
Chapter Eight
