I plow into her like a wild man, teeth bared, growling low, and unleash a flood her little pussy struggles to contain, but she still pulses and sucks more out of me until I’m sure my heart is going to give out.
Until I know I’m never going to be the same.
She crumbles beneath me. I collapse on top of her and gather her close, loving the way we melt together.
“Mine,” I murmur in her ear.
“Yours,” she whispers. “Always.”
Havana
After a shower in which we kiss slowly and refuse to leave each other’s arms, Ransom pulls me back to the bed, settles me into the center of the mattress, then works his big cock inside me again to love me slow and strong. I would have sworn I was too exhausted to feel anything below my waist. He quickly shows me how wrong I am. In fact, I have another pair of screaming orgasms to give him. He takes both greedily.
At midnight, he rolls to my side and gathers me against his big body. I don’t think I’ve felt this safe since I was a little girl and my daddy used to tuck me in with a story and a kiss on the forehead.
“Did you have a good birthday, babygirl?” He brushes lazy fingertips along my shoulder.
I smile in the darkness. “It didn’t start that great, but it ended amazing.”
“Glad to hear it. I felt like it was my birthday, too.”
I cuddle up tighter and press a kiss to his lips. “I love you.”
He leans over me, eyes searching mine in the shadows. Trying to see if I mean it? “I love you, too. And I don’t want to leave this cloud of bliss just yet. You deserve a lifetime of it. But we need to talk.”
“It’s okay.” I knew this was coming. “We do.”
“First, I’m sorry about the way things happened tonight. I had no reason to think I was being followed. I never want to put you in danger. But I don’t want to leave you…ever.”
“I don’t want you to go. You have to be careful. No, safe. Whatever’s going on, can you get out of it? So you’re not putting yourself at risk?”
“You deserve explanations and assurances. I wish I could give them to you. But I’m ass deep in something dangerous now. Even you knowing about it could be fatal, so the best way I can ensure you’re unharmed is to keep you in the dark and stay in your shadows until this blows over.”
I don’t know if I can handle that. What if something happens to him? How will I know? How will I cope? How would I go on without him?
But what choice do I have?
“Will you ever be able to tell me what’s going on? Why you got shot? Who’s out to hurt you?”
If you’re a good guy…or bad?
“Someday, yeah. But until this freaking nightmare is over, all I can do is protect you with my life.”
I already know he would. “So…we’ll be together when you can get free, but no one will know?”
He hesitates. “I wish I could give you more. Hell, I want to give you the world. But for now, that’s all I can promise.”
I might be worried he was married and trying to make me his side piece if I didn’t know better. But I do. “A-are we exclusive?”
His frown deepens. “Is there someone else you’d rather have?”
“Not me, no. I meant you.” I still worry he sees me as some silly, lovesick girl who gave up her hymen for less than a promise. And why should he settle when there are so many amazing, confident women out there? “Do you want other people?”
“No, I want you. I haven’t had a monogamous relationship—hell, any relationship at all—since I was fifteen and spent my sophomore year in high school with Ethan’s mom.”
“B-but you’ve had sex since then.”
“A lot of it, yeah. That’s how I know what I’m feeling is more. The weeks you were in my house, I woke up every day dying to see you. You made me smile when you did little things like fix pancakes with mouse ears. You made me laugh when you told those awful jokes you’d heard on the radio. You made me harder than hell when you wore those skin-hugging stretchy pants and did yoga in my living room. Just by being there, you made me look forward to life. Do you know how long it’s been since I felt anything like that? Years. Decades. It’s as if you breathed fresh air into my existence, Havana.”
“Really?” He actually wants me for me?
“Yeah. And that morning, when you kissed me, there was no way I couldn’t kiss you back. That’s how else I knew you were special. Just kissing you made me feel way more than an erection. It might sound corny, but I felt you with my heart.”
It doesn’t sound corny because, for me, it was the same. “Kissing you made me feel truly alive for the first time.”
“My hope for the future was dead until you. I got into dangerous shit because I really thought I’d spend the rest of my life alone.”
“I couldn’t even see a future with anyone. Just college and vet school. Until you, that’s all I ever wanted.”
Ransom rolls me flat to my back, covers my body with his, and presses a fierce kiss to my lips. Automatically, I spread my legs for him. He slides inside me and nuzzles his face against my neck, stroking me slowly. It doesn’t take long for him to rev me up. As if I’m attuned to his body, as if every nerve ending is hypersensitive, his possession leads to an inevitable free fall into ecstasy.
Just before I tumble over, he cups my face, teeth bared, stare drilling me with the same intensity as his body. “I’m going to make this right for you. For us. I promise.”
“Yes…” I believe him.
“I’m going to marry you and fill the house with our babies.”
The idea of being pregnant by this man who’s only whispered about love in the dark should terrify me. Instead, I’m excited. I’m thrilled with our future. No matter what happens, I’ll figure out how to go to college. How to excel at vet school. But if I have this man and our children, too, I’ll have everything.
“Yes!” It’s the last thing I scream as I claw my nails into his back, earning me a growl of purely male pleasure, before we both give over to the combustive need neither of us can deny.
Ransom
Just before five a.m., I sneak away from Havana, hopefully for the last time. Yeah, I leave her a vague note telling her that I’m getting a few things but to stay put because I’ll be back. I hate to leave as much as I hate to lie to her, but I’ve had it.
This shit ends today.
I find her keys in the kitchen. The kitten I spotted earlier sees me and makes another beeline under the sofa. I refill her water dish and make a mental note to tell Ethan to bring some kitten food before I take Havana’s keys and the instructions my son scribbled on a piece of paper with the various access codes, then I’m flying down the road, through the last of the night.
I don’t give a shit what time it is or where my youngest brother is. I dial him.
“What’s wrong?” He sounds half awake. “Why the fuck are you calling again so soon?”
We try to avoid contact so we don’t blow our covers, but this can’t wait. “I need out. Now.”