“Oh fuck yeah, Tink. But not new, two.” I grin. “I’m cashin’ in on doubles.”

“You would,” she teases, her legs falling open for me.

I settle right between them, hovering over her.

“Baby girl,” I whisper. “I’ve got another rule for you.”

“Let’s hear it, Playboy.”

“Love me forever,” I rasp, a deep ache in my body, a heavy need for her now, her tomorrow, her every day after that. “Let me love you forever. Don’t leave me, always want me, and never stop fighting with me.”

Those eyes, the ones I’ve dreamed of for months, craved, fucking thirsted for, grow so damn warm and full I can hardly stand it. I almost have to look away, but don’t.

I need this from her.

“That’s a lot of rules,” she says softly.

“That’s not an answer.”

She laughs, nudges me on the side so I slowly roll us over, and she gently climbs on top.

My pulse beats heavy under my skin, and her hand comes up to cover my heart, feeling it beat against her, for her.

“I know you’re worried, more now than before, I’d bet. I know lying in the hospital bed beside me, you wondered at least once if this is right. You still worry you’re taking from me, by being with me, but do you want to know the truth?” She entwines her free hand with one of mine, lifting it over her heavily beating heart.

“Always,” I rasp, anxiousness creeping up my throat.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and a small smile forms along those perfect lips of hers.

When she doesn’t move after several seconds, I glide my fingers along the line of her underwear.

“What are you doing, baby?”

That smile, it widens. “I’m staring into your eyes, at the deep brown that changes from golden to cocoa to the night sky.”

My brows pull and then her lashes lift and she smiles.

“You said you wanted to be the guy a girl sees when she closes her eyes at night...”

My breath lodges in my throat as I stare at her.

“Well, I’m wide awake, Playboy. It’s ten in the morning, and guess what?” she whispers, tears filling her eyes.

My muscles tighten to the point of pain, but the good kind.

“Baby...”

“I see you, Royce. Every time I close my eyes, every time the darkness creeps in, there you are.” Her voice cracks. “You’re not the darkness I can’t escape, you’re the light I’ll forever follow. Without you, my sight means nothing, because you’re the only thing I want to see.”

My teeth clamp together, but it does nothing to stop the emotions from showing themselves to the girl above me and I don’t even fucking care, ‘cause I can trust her with them.

Fully.

Completely.

I push myself up and yank her closer, her smile hitting my lips as I devour them.

She laughs, sighs, and then my baby moans.

Low and long and greedy.

Her arms wrap around me, in a death grip I forever want to feel.

This girl, this life... it’s more than I deserve, and I’ll never forget that.

“Royce?” she fucking purrs right into my ear, her hand slipping between us. Her head pulls back, her eyes darkening by the fucking second, hitting mine. “Fuck me slow.”

I groan, lift her, and slide her right down my shaft in one, full and quick move.

She gasps into my mouth, her head falling back and I dive right in, kissing and licking and sucking on her neck. My neck.

She rolls her hips like a champ, dancing on my dick like a ballerina and I meet her every move with more. Always more.

We fuck in slow motion, to the beat of our very own song of silence.

The need in our hearts.

I pull her shirt from her body, tossing it to the side, and she lets her knees slide farther into the mattress.

This, this is the position made for us.

She’s right here, in my lap, riding me like a fucking stallion.

My hands slide around her, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing. Her pussy—my pussy—squeezes around me, so I do it again and she pushes into my hands, her clit now rubbing harder against my skin and fuck me, she’s growing tighter.

Her eyes close, her head falling to my shoulder, so I try a little something I’ve got a feeling my girl will like.

I slide my middle finger down her ass crack, and tap on the hole I’ll claim and claim soon.

She cries out, loud and needy and her head snaps up, eyes wild.

My smirk is slow, her need is clear.

“Do it,” she rasps.

“It’ll be tight.”

“I said do it.” Her little glare has my balls drawing up, my cock shoving in her farther and she gives a desperate, closed mouth moan.

I press my lips to hers, kissing her greedily and whisper against them, “You fucking got it.”

I glide my finger lower, coating it with her dripping juices at the base of my dick and move right back.

She rides harder, faster and when she comes back down, my finger is waiting. I wedge inside, and she bites into my lip, shaking, fucking trembling.

Her pussy vibrates from the inside out, but she doesn’t sit there and ride what’s hitting her.

She rides me more.

Pushes for more.

Begs for more.

“Faster,” she pants.

“You said slow.”

She glares, her hands coming up to case in my neck and shoves her tongue in my mouth, grinding and bouncing and I fuuuuck.

I use my other hand to wrap up her tiny body and carefully lay back, her chest coming down flat with mine.

There’s a bit of a sting, but I don’t care.

I thrust up into her, pinching into her ass with my free fingers and gently moving the one inside her around.

She goes crazy.

She’s panting, flying up and down on my dick and I meet her, slapping back harder and harder, and then she screams, loud and long and right in my ear.

It hums inside me, through every nerve and I come with her.

Inside her.

Where every piece of me already lives.

Her body goes limp over me, and she chuckles into my skin, biting and batting at me.

“Oh my god.”

“Oh your Royce.”

She laughs, her chin planting on my pec.

I move the hair stuck to her forehead and she smiles.

“That was—”

“Exactly why my family planned a three-day trip, miles and miles the fuck away, the second the doc cleared us.”

She laughs, and then tips her head with a shy little look in her eyes. “You mean we can’t be free like this all the time?”

My muscles lock and I tug back to see her fully.

All the time.

All the fucking time?

Oh, fuck me, baby. Yes.

I’d already planned it, thought it, but hadn’t mentioned it yet. I don’t want to push her. For once, I wasn’t going to demand but roll with it, it had to be that way after what we just went through—not only did I die for her, but she wanted to die if she lost me.

That’s not normal, that’s some powerful, admittedly fucked-up shit.

But it’s our fucked-up shit.

And we ain’t normal.

We’re Brayshaw.

Me and my baby.

“What?” she teases. “You thought I was gonna wait for you to ask?” She draws circles on my chest. “Maybell already packed my things, Playboy. They’re on the porch by now. I’m here today and have no plans to leave tomorrow.” She slides up my chest, her nipples hardening and tickling along my skin. “You’re stuck with me, but I’m gonna need a guarantee of a lot more of that or I might change my—”