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“Oh yeah.” He kissed me again.
“You know, if we do this couple, relationship thing, it means you’re a part of the Knight’s Legion MC family. The girls too.”
He shrugged. “Could be worse.”
“How so?”
“I could lose you, and there is nothing worse than that. I know it hasn’t been long, but I feel it in my gut, Sadie. You’re it for me. I never wanted anyone more than I want you.” He captured my lips and kissed me passionately there in the corn maze.
“Those are the words I needed to hear. I want you too, more than anything.”
“Is it too soon to ask you to move in with me?”
I tossed my head back, laughing. “Yes, a little too soon. Ask me again in, say… a month.”
“Okay. Do I have to wait a month before I can make love to you?”
“Absolutely not. You can do that tonight.” I popped up on my tiptoes and smothered him with kisses.
I didn’t know what the future held for us, but there was one thing I knew for sure; I wanted to stick around my small town to find out.
Epilogue
Bryce
Two Years Later
I caressed her silky skin as I licked every inch of her lithe body. Saturday and Sunday mornings were my favorite. At first light, I’d wake up with a raging boner and warm sunbeams kissing my face. And always an intense desire to make love to the love of my life.
The past couple of years have been the happiest of my life. Sadie and I were in love, and finally, discussing marriage. She’d kept putting the topic off, and I’d kept trying to wear her down. But, so long as she was in my bed every night, I could be patient.
She spread her legs and lifted her pelvis, opening herself in the most vulnerable position a woman could be in. “Please… Please fuck me hard.”
“It’s not nice to rush me, Sunshine.” I licked her nipple, then took it into my mouth and sucked. Her breast filled my mouth so perfectly, just like the way my cock filled her pussy. She wasn’t big on top, as most ballerinas were not. Sadie was lean and trim, but so damn strong. Her legs, my God, her legs felt like a vise when she wrapped them around me.
We were made for each other, and after two years together, I’d found out she was my soul mate. Everything was better with my ballerina.
“Oh, yes,” she mewled. “Harder.”
I increased my suction to make her orgasm. She arched her back, pushing her breast farther into my mouth. Shameless whimpers of lust left her lips when she came. A moment later, she melted under me into a puddle of warm, soft flesh.
“I love you.” I kissed her and rubbed my nose against hers. “Love everything about you.”
She cradled my face and gazed at me. The way the sun hit her hazel-green eyes made the gold sparkle. “You’re so sexy when you talk like that.”
Slipping my fingers between her folds, I pushed two inside her pussy to fuck her.
She grabbed my head and pricked my scalp with her fingernails. My wild ballerina wasn’t always delicate and controlled. When we had sex, it could be rough and passionate or soft and emotional.
But the gesture amped up the desire building in me. I had to have her now.
I wedged between her legs and drove my cock into her wet, warm pussy. We groaned as our mouths connected. My heart thundered against my ribs. It just might burst with love.
With each thrust, I went deeper and deeper inside her. She squeezed me tightly, on the brink of another orgasm.
“You feel so good, Sunshine. I love you so fucking much.”
She smiled, then said, “Ask me now.”