When I Fall

Grabbing her hips, I sit up and shift us on the floor so my back is against the wall. She gasps as her nipples scratch against my chest. I take her weight, digging my fingers into her hips, slowly lowering her on my cock.

She squeezes my neck. “I love you,” she murmurs.

“Beth.” An inch more, she pulls me in, clamping down on me so goddamn tight my balls start to throb. “I love you. God, I love you so fucking much.”

Her hips fully seat on mine. I lift and lower her, again and again, her smooth thighs tensing. When she starts to rock her hips, I drop my hand between her legs, sliding my fingers around my cock to feel where I enter her.

“Fuck, Beth . . . fuck, feel this. Here. Come here.”

Grabbing her hand, I guide her fingers between us, my other hand rocking her so she slides up and down my shaft.

“Oh, God,” she gasps. “How does it . . . tell me how it feels.”

“Perfect.” I slide her fingers to her clit, thrusting my hips off the floor. God, it’s so deep this way. “It’s never felt like this before . . . not with anyone else. I lose my mind every time you touch me.”

“G-Go on,” she stammers, her head rolling back, her swollen pussy soaking me.

I bounce her again and we moan together. “I’m . . . so hard, all the time, thinking about you. I love watching you take my dick like this. You like it deep?”

“Mm.”

“You do, I know you do. Always telling me harder. Harder, Reed. Do it. You’re so perfect, Beth. God, you’re perfect.” I push my jeans down further so I can feel her ass against my thighs. I slap one round cheek, again when she clamps down on me, again when she begs me for more. I lift her tits, circling her nipples with my tongue.

Beth rocks her hips faster. Her hands in my hair, she pulls my face away from her tits and takes my mouth. “I need to come. I n-need . . .”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” I manage, chasing my orgasm, my pace growing wild. I can’t stop fucking her. She’s here, Beth is here—my Beth. God, how long have I loved her? From the beginning? From that first kiss? Fuck, if it isn’t the most cliché thing I’ve ever thought, but that’s how long I’ve been hers.

She sucks on my lips, panting. “Oh, God, I need to feel you . . . come. Please come, Reed.”

My hand grips her neck, the other holding her hip while I thrust frantically off the floor. With a cry, Beth shakes against me, bites my lip, claws her nails down my back. I bury my face in her neck and swear as I release inside her. Wetness sticks to my thighs.

“Beth . . . Beth . . . fuck.”

We collapse against the wall, sliding to the floor. I push her damp hair off her face and look into her eyes. She tucks her body next to me, still panting.

“I can’t be apart from you,” I say against her swollen lips, softly kissing her. “Not even for one night, Beth. Move in with me. Be here, with me. God, I want this so bad. I don’t care how scary this is. I want all of you. Please, please say yes to me. To us. Just you and me, right?”

She stares at me for a second. Her warm hands touch my face, push through my hair.

“You and me,” she murmurs, beaming up at me.

“Beth,” I breathe, ducking my face under her head, kissing her neck, holding onto my girl so goddamn tight. Nothing else matters but this.

You and me.

Three Weeks Later

Beth

REED LIKES TO SAY I’VE been his since that first kiss. McGill’s will always be special to us for that reason, but here, at Swan Harbor, is where it feels like it all started. It’s where we stopped pretending and lost ourselves to each other in a dimly lit room overlooking an engagement party. It might be where I fell in love with Reed, or when I knew I loved him. It’s hard to pin-point that exact moment. Maybe it was that kiss at McGill’s. Maybe neither one of us were ever really pretending.

This room . . . it wasn’t just about those first touches, or the kiss Reed took that was all for him. I saw his pain in this room. I saw a man stuck in the past, held captive by his memories of this place and the woman who never deserved him. I wanted to be his distraction from all of it, but more than that, I wanted to be his only memory.

“I want to use my advantage now,” I say, sounding hurried. Frantic. Desperate.

“I was picking up on that.” He stares at my mouth, tilting his head down. “What do you want, sweetheart? You want to kiss me?”

My eyes flash open at the sound of the door creaking behind me. Reed sticks his head inside, smiling when he sees me by the window. The lamp in the corner casts streaks of soft amber light along the floor.

“Hey, there you are.” He moves across the room after closing the door. “Hiding out? Luke and Tessa are about to cut the cake.”

“I was just . . . having a moment.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Déjà vu, you remember?”

“Of course. I practically molested you in here.”

“Molested?” He snorts, gently squeezing my hips. He kisses my mouth. “I was a very willing participant, Beth. Best hand-job of my life.” He leans back, smiling. “Best kiss too.”

“Really? That kiss was the best one?” I bite my cheek to keep a straight face.

God, it’s all I do anymore—smile around this man.

His lip twitches. “Second best.”

“Mm” My hands tug at his belt. “I might be able to top that best hand-job, if you want.” He groans when I slide his zipper down. Warm flesh fills my palm, quickly hardening. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">