I draw in a breath and exhale. My priorities have rearranged. Being right, standing on some moral high ground no longer feels as important as love. As having the man I love in my life. In my baby’s life.
“Okay.”
He holds my gaze a moment longer. I realize what he’s telling me. His hands will be bloody before this is over. He’s the General in a war on the side that just suffered a terrible attack.
“You do what you need to do,” I tell him. Maybe it makes me a terrible person, but I want revenge on the parties responsible for nearly taking him from me, too.
He nods. “I’ll never let business touch you or our family.”
“I know.” I understand how this works. I know what I’m getting. I’ll take it. I’ll take Joey, exactly as he is. Family and all.
He nudges my knees open and rubs the head of his cock between my legs as he nibbles along the side of my neck.
“Yes, please,” I murmur. I’m ready for him. No foreplay needed. Waking up beside him was enough.
“I missed you so fucking much,” he growls in my ear. He presses inside me, and I gasp at the pleasure.
“Me too,” I whisper. My eyes roll back at the sensation of him filling me.
He rocks in and out, and this movement, this dance, this reunion feels like a clearing of everything we’ve been through. A reset. We’re coming back to the communion of our two bodies. Our two spirits. The two beings drawn together from the start.
He was there for me at my dad’s funeral because his soul recognized mine. His heart resonated with me.
I know now that Joey is my destiny.
My always.
The man I wanted but was afraid to claim.
I couldn’t be more grateful that he claimed me.
“You’re marrying me,” he says on a thrust.
I smile. “Are you asking or telling me?”
“Telling.” His eyes glitter. “You’re mine. No chance I’m giving you up ever again.Capisce?”
I smile. “Got it, bossman.”
He thrusts harder. “You’d better.”
My internal muscles start to squeeze and clench around his cock.
“Aw, Sophie. You feel so good. I’m not gonna last long.”
I arch to receive him even deeper. Reach around and grip his ass, sinking my nails into his skin to urge him on.
“Fanculo. Sophie,” he chokes, his thrusts growing faster. More erratic. “I need you so much right now.”
Those words send me toppling over the edge into full orgasm.
Joey curses and pounds into me, and another dozen strokes, and he comes, too, shoving deep to spend inside me as I spasm and squeeze around him.
“I love you,” he whispers, wincing from his injuries as he settles on his side.
I hold his stubbled face between my hands. “I love you so much.”
Joey