Page 69 of Let Me Love You
“Fuck,” I grit out, lost in the feel of her tight, hot channel wrapped around me and the guilt from ramming into her too hard. “Sorry.”
Her laugh cuts me off. “Never apologize for splitting me in two, Teddy. Now, hurry up. You have ninety seconds.”
Accepting her challenge, I grab her hips and push into her harder, using her body as my own personal fuck toy while watching one of her hands slip down her torso in the reflection while the other holds her steady. She plays with her clit, moaning louder and louder as the scent of sweat and sex swirls in the air around us. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. My cock sliding in and out of her. Her dainty little fingers playing with herself. The slight flush along her freckled skin. The way her muscles tremble beneath my touch.
I dig my hand into her hair and tug her up fully, forcing her back against my chest. I slide my hand into the front of her v-shaped neckline and palm her breast. Fuck, I love this girl. The way she was built for me. The way she pushes me. Turns me on. Makes me laugh. Every single thing about her is perfect. Even her small breasts. Once, she told me how insecure she was about their size, and I laughed. Then promptly shoved my head beneath her shirt, sucked them into my mouth, and made her come on my fingers.
After that, she never mentioned their size again.
I squeeze her right breast roughly, savoring the tiny mewl as she arches her back into me. Her nipple pebbles against my palm, and my balls tighten, but I don’t come. Not yet. Not until she’s ready to—
“Fuck, I’m coming,” she whimpers.
I explode inside her, my heart pounding and my arms squeezing her against me until I’m not even sure if she can breathe. But the need to hold onto her with all my strength is almost more than I can bear. Forcing my muscles to relax, I rest my head against her freckled shoulder, my gratitude making it hard to breathe.
I can’t let her go. And now, I’ll never have to. She’s gonna be my wife one day. Mywife. Never really thought about marriage until Blake. Never even wanted to. But Blake owns me. She’s always owned me. And because she said yes tonight, I get to make it official.
As we both come down from our high, our chests heaving, I lift my head from her shoulder, press a kiss to her cheek, and let her go. The familiar rip of the paper towel cuts through our heavy breathing. I hand it to her. Once she’s cleaned up, Blake fixes her dress and hair in the mirror, then rises onto her tiptoes one more time to kiss me.
“Love you, Mrs. Taylor,” I tell her.
Her grin makes my heart beat faster. “Love you, Mr. Taylor.”
Hand in hand, we walk into the hallway. The people waiting in line for the bathroom gawk at us when we appear, but Blake’s chin is held as high as ever. Shamelessly, she walks past the bystanders without a backward glance and heads toward the front of the bar. Like she didn’t just have sex in a public restroom. Like she doesn’t have my cum dripping down her thighs. Like she doesn’t know her panties are tucked into my slacks. And fuck me, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
As we approach the bar, I spot Colt hanging out on a barstool in front of Mia. He’s nursing a drink and looks tired as hell while a girl paws at his arm.
“Not interested,” he grunts.
“Oh, come on!”
“I have a girlfriend.”
“So?”
Blake’s lips thin, but she doesn’t interrupt them as she sidles up to Colt’s back, keeping us from his view.
“So, I have a girlfriend, and I’m not interested,” he grits out.
“Yeah, but how do you know?” the girl asks. She runs her hands along his bicep and flips her hair away from her face. “How do you know you’re not interested?”
“Because I have a girlfriend,” he repeats.
“Well, yeah, but you had a baby with someone else. That’s gotta count for something, right? Like, clearly, you’ve enjoyed sticking it in girls who aren’t your girlfriend.”
“He said he’s not interested,” Blake seethes, grabbing both of their attention without giving a shit she was most definitely caught eavesdropping. “Now go away.” She shoos the girl with her hand. “This is my engagement party.”
The girl huffs out her annoyance but gives us some space as Colt turns on his barstool and faces us fully.
“Hey, guys,” Colt greets us, and Blake wraps him into a hug. “Hey, big brother.”
“Where were you?” He returns her hug, then lets her go.
“Not an answer you wanna know,” I tell him dryly.
His nose wrinkles as understanding washes over him. “Yeah, that’s answer enough, asshole.”
With a grin, Blake taunts, “Says the guy who I know for a fact has hooked up in the very same bathroom.”