“He won’t.” She gives me a decisive nod. “Please just let him stay for a little while?”

I sigh, finally relenting. “I thought you hated him.”

“I was a little mad, but he’s so sweet. I’m sure he didn’t cause that wreck on purpose. Besides, it’s what brought me to you.” She bites her lip, and her eyes lower, as if she feels she’s said too much.

“That’s true.” I tilt her chin back up. “He did bring you to me, so I guess he’s not all bad.”

She smiles, and I can’t get enough of it. The happiness inside her lights up the room and my entire world. I kiss her, gently at first. She answers and throws her arms around my neck.

“I knew you’d let him stay,” she whispers against my lips.

“I’d do anything you asked me to, beautiful. You should know that by now.” I pull her into my lap and kiss her more deeply.

Leonard stirs, gives us a look, then jumps from the bed with a huff and pads out into the hallway. I stand with Bells in my arms and walk over to kick the door shut. Good riddance.

“I thought you were going to let him—”

“Watch me worship your body? No thanks.” I lay her back down as a strangled scream comes from someone down the hall.

Bells tries to sit up.

I splay my hand on her chest and push her down. “You said he’s fine.” I smirk.

She tries to frown, but then I suck her nipple through the fabric of my shirt. “Barrow,” she cries and grips my shoulders.

“I didn’t get to finish our little discussion from the shower.” I pull her back up and strip my shirt away from her beautiful body.

Then I toss my clothes along with hers in a pile on the floor. Easing her back on the bed, I glance at the bump on her head. It’s gone down so much over the past few days that I’ve been leaving off the gauze wrap.

“Quit worrying over me.” She leans up and nips my chin. “It doesn’t hurt, my balance is a lot better, I’m all good.” She puts her palm to my cheek. “I’m ready.”

Ready? Something pops in my brain when she uses that word. My thought of putting a baby in her to keep her here resurfaces, and I swallow that idea back down. It’s not right. Even if it makes my dick rock hard and my heart pound, it’s not right.

“Ready for …” I let the question hang in the air.

She spreads her legs, and when my cock touches her wet slit, I groan.

“Ready for everything.” She moves her hips against me, and I snap.

I claim her mouth in a rough kiss, my body going tense as I press against the slick heat between her legs. My cock is already leaking pre-cum, and I’m desperate to push inside. But I don’t. I kiss her, I touch her, I give her every bit of my attention as I kiss down her throat to her lush tits and lick and suck them until she’s pulling my hair.

“I need you,” she whimpers.

“Not as much as I need you.” I kiss back to her mouth and notch the head of my cock against her opening. “Are you sure?” I want to hear her say it, to seal this bond with her words and her body.

“I want you inside me.” She moves her hips.

That’s all it takes. With steady pressure, I ease my cock head into her.

I rest my forehead in the crook of her neck as I try to control myself, to tamp down the exquisite pleasure of claiming her.

“More.” She holds me tight. “Please, Barrow. I ache for it.”

I can’t deny her, so with another steady push, I surge all the way into her.

She squeaks, then stills. I kiss her mouth, wanting to take away any pain I may have caused her.

“I never want to hurt you,” I mumble against her lips, my mind awash in the most amazing delirium of pleasure.

“You didn’t.” She digs her nails into my back. “More.”

I pull back and fill her again, my body attuned to hers in a way that’s primal. And when she nudges me with her hips, I start a rhythm that has her gripping on to me harder as I kiss her deeply. She’s everything I ever wanted, her body welcoming me as I make her mine.

“So perfect.” I move faster, the wet sounds of sex echoing off the walls as I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth.

She arches, her legs open so wide. I run one hand between us and stroke her clit.

“Barrow!” she gasps.

Fuck, I love that sound.

“I want to come inside you, beautiful,” I admit as I return to her mouth. “I want to give you everything. But I know I can’t.”

She moves her hips, riding my cock and grinding against my fingers. “I want you to come in me.”

I grit my teeth and force my orgasm to stay back, because fuck, those words from her lips are almost too much.

“Bells,” I warn. “If I do this, you’re mine. Do you understand? Mine, forever.”

She leans up and kisses me. “I’m yours. Come in me.”

Fuuuuuuuck. I stroke her clit faster as I take her mouth roughly.

With a gasp, she claws my shoulders. I feel the moment her body starts to release, and when my name passes her lips on a moan, I push all the way inside and let go. My orgasm hits so hard that I groan against her lips as I spill inside her. Each wave of her moans pulls another burst of cum from me, and her cunt squeezes me until I collapse, my body spent and my heart full.

I kiss her neck as she pants, her hands running up and down my back, and I tell her the truth. “Bells, I love you.”

12

Bells

I smile as I start to wake up. My cheek is resting on his very hard chest. I want to wake up like this for the rest of my life. His fingers drift up and down my back. The roughness of them across my bare skin lights up my body, and I feel myself begin to get wet. I’m sprawled on top of him, using him as my bed.

“You’re sore.” His hand grips my hip, holding me in place. “You’ve got to stop wiggling on me.”

“Wiggling?” I let out a small laugh as I lift my head to look at him. His lips are a touch swollen. I can feel mine are too. I get lost in his kisses every time. He makes everything else fade away when I’m with him. I’m not thinking of all the things I should be doing. I’m only focused on him and how he makes me feel.

“Yeah, you wiggle. When you start doing it, I know what you want.”

“You,” I say as my smile grows bigger. I’m pretty sure I’d heard him say that he loved me before I passed out. Then again, I might have dreamed it. He still hasn't brought up the fact that I’m supposed to be leaving soon. He declared that I was his forever before he came inside me. We both knew what that meant. I wanted all of him.

“Only me.” He rolls and pins me to the bed. I wrap my legs around him, then lift my hips to rub my sex against his cock. He was right, though. I can feel that I’m sore, but I don’t care. The connection I felt to him when he made love to me was all-consuming. “Forever.” He drops his mouth down onto mine.

“Barrow, I need you.” My fingers are now running up and down his back.

“You’re sore,” he says again through gritted teeth, but as he says it his cock slides down farther to press against my opening.