Page 19 of Snow Much Plowing
“Just like that, huh?” I laugh.
“Just like that.” He kisses me.
“This is crazy, you know. How we met. First in a group, and then the accident. I mean…” I trail off. “Wait a second.” I push myself up to gaze down at him. “You didn’t. Did you?” No way. He couldn’t have set up the accident.
“I did what I had to do.” His expression shows no remorse.
“Hollis!” Oh my god, he’s insane. He created that accident to get to me. To have me.
"Do you think I'm not answering your questions now? The truth was there from the start, love. I haven’t hidden that. How I feel for you or the things I’ll do for and to you.” Hollis lifts me by the hips, guiding me to his cock.
While I slowly sink onto him, his eyes become hooded. “You love me,” I whisper when he’s embedded to the hilt. He’s been saying that from the very start and always calling me “love.”
“Say it louder,” he orders while he starts to move me up and down his cock.
“You love me,” I repeat.
“Again,” he grits out, moving me faster, thrusting up at the same time. He’s in total control, and all I can do is bounce on his cock.
“You love me!” I scream louder.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you, too,” I moan as he grinds against my clit.
Hollis groans, and then I feel his hot cock throbbing with his release. It’s so much that it runs down where we’re connected, and the sight of it sets me off. I cum with him, and he holds me close, whispering words of love in my ear the whole time. Once I’m spent, he claims my mouth in a possessive kiss that will bind us together forever.
I know he loves me. In fact, I think he feels for me something more than love. It’s crazy and obsessive, and I can’t get enough.
Epilogue
HOLLIS
Five years later…
* * *
Fuck, I love it when she wears heels. I also hate it. Lucy never wore them before me because she was scared of her own clumsiness, and it always embarrassed her. I find it endearing because it gave me a reason to always hover close to her.
Even after five years, I still harbor the same obsession and possessiveness from the beginning. In fact, it might be worse. Thank fuck it’s one of her many dirty kinks, and my girl has a lot of them. Mine have always been the same. I get off from working her up and getting her to cum while moaning my name.
“Oh no!” Lucy missteps, but I’m right there. My arm is wrapped around her waist, keeping her snug to my side. She’ll have to cling to me all night, and the thought makes me hard. I’ll also have to glare at every fucker in the room for checking out her ass. Lucy’s ass is always gorgeous, but these goddamn heels make it even better.
“I’ve got you.”
“I know.” Lucy peers around the ballroom.
It’s a holiday party to raise money to buy toys for foster kids. I have always been generous with my money because there’s no reason not to be. I’m not out buying yachts and private planes. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve taken my woman on both around the world for our honeymoon, but we’re simple people. To be honest, we’re more homebodies than anything else.
Lucy has always been family-oriented, and she made me crave having one. That's why we decided to build a larger home next to her old one. It allows us to maintain close ties with her brother and his wife. That is the life we both desire, but my love has started to dip her toes into charity work now that the twins are older. Both sets.
“I don’t see my brother, do you?”
If I know her brother, he’s got his wife hidden away in a corner, fucking her. I’m not opposed to the same idea, but I know Lucy will want to say a few hellos before I ruin her hair and makeup.
"I'm sure he's around." His wife, Mia, helped Lucy set up this event. Mia and I both had difficult childhoods, and she was eager to participate in the event with my wife. Lucy and Mia have grown close, and it’s nice to see how easily the four of us have gotten along. Lucy's brother and I get each other. He’s straightforward and harbors an unhealthy obsession with his wife.
"Oh, there's Mia." I follow where Lucy is pointing, and when I see Mia, I notice Nolan isn't with her. That's strange. Lucy tries to wiggle free of my hold, and I lift a brow. "It's ten feet," she tells me, but I think it's more like twenty. "Get me a glass of champagne."