I expect him to be sweet, but maybe I shouldn’t. His hands go behind my knees and he jerks my hips up onto his lap, slides his hands up my thighs, then his fingers slip through my wet sex and his eyes darken.
“Always so ready for me,” he grunts sliding the head of his cock over my clit then thrusting in so deep I whimper.
Wrapping my legs around the back of his thighs I dig my nails into his chest relishing in the pressure I can feel building in my lower belly. “Clay.”
“Who do you belong to baby?” He comes down on top of me, grasping my hands linking our fingers together then bringing them up over my head.
“You, always you.”
“That’s right.” He pulls his hips back then slides back in slower. His mouth takes mine in a slow sensual kiss while he keeps the slow, brutal pace of sliding in and out of me. Then his mouth leaves mine and he leans back to look at me and tears fill my eyes. The amount of love I see in his gaze is almost overwhelming and I know he’s right, I will never find another man who loves me as completely as he does.
“I love you.” I whisper and his face gentles before he leans down, pressing his forehead to mine, circling his hips. A knot forms in my lower belly and tingles spread across my skin from my scalp to my toes as my hold on him tightens in every way.
When he rolls his thumb over my clit, I don’t know how long I will be able to hold on. “Come for me, Mouse.” He rolls my clit faster and faster, and my legs start to shake as his thrust speeds up. Not being able to hold off any longer, my breath gets stuck in the back of my throat, and I listen to him groan as his hips jerk. When his weight crushes me into the mattress, I tuck my face into the crook of his neck and the aftermath of my orgasm and the feel of his steady breath dancing across my skin almost lulls me to sleep.
“I need to clean us up,” he mutters, kissing the side of my neck as he rolls us so that I’m sprawled out across his chest.
“Not yet.” I yawn, cuddling closer to him and he lifts up ever so slightly so he can grab the blanket from the bottom of the bed and drag it over us.
“I’m not ready for you to go back to work tomorrow.” His words pull me from the sweet bubble we’ve built around ourselves and I’m instantly wide-awake.
I let out a breath, then pull my head back so that I can look down at him. As hard as this whole thing has been on me, I know it’s affected him just as much maybe even more. Not only did he sit down with his brothers and tell them that he was done helping them, but he also told them he’s no longer going to be actively looking for the person or people who lured Arya away from her adoptive family. I was not happy about this, I didn’t want him to feel like he had to give up something that was so important but then he explained that his future is now more important than his past so how could I argue with that.
“I know, me either.” We’ve been inseparable these last few weeks and I love having him around constantly, but I also know its time for us to get back a little normalcy. And now with there being no possibility of Troy being released from jail anytime soon, I don’t have that hanging over me.
Miles, Tucker, and the entire police department have worked tirelessly to build a case against Troy for the murders of Carly and Matthew. Something they had zero evidence of because while I was passed out, Troy had gotten rid of each and every note he wrote to Carly and that she had kept. What no one knew, including me, is that Carly and Troy had dated for two months when she first started working at the bank. And where he saw their relationship going somewhere serious, she did not, so she eventually ended it and began seeing other people.
This obviously did not sit well with him, and my guess is he started leaving her notes at work after she refused to respond to his texts or calls. Then she signed up with the dating app, started seeing Matthew, and that pushed him over the edge. At his home the police found proof that he had become obsessed with Carly, and on his computer, they uncovered the evidence they needed to charge him with not only Carly’s murder but also Matthew’s, something Miles and Tucker, both initially warned me would be more difficult to prove since Matthew was found with the gun used to kill him. Also, that gun had been registered under Matthew’s name, and his prints were the only ones on the weapon. They kept digging though, until they found what they needed.