Page 85 of Forever Fighting
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
She shakes her head and grips my ass, urging me in deeper.
“No. I want to feel you. Please, I want you to fuck me till you come in me.”
Jesus hell. No woman has ever begged me for that, and it happens to be my woman who is. There will never be another moment for me like this moment with her.
I lean forward and scoop her up into my arms until she’s sitting up, and we’re pressed together, and my forehead is against hers.
“I love you,” I breathe inaudibly, knowing she can’t hear it as I start to push into her.
It’s not a pounding. It’s not a brutal force or a hard fuck. It’s feeling her. It’s letting her feel me, as she said she wanted. It’s push and pull and thrust and draw and give and take. It’sbreath and sweat and eyes and air and a stirring that can only happen when two people are so joined there is nothing else but them and the moment.
I’m fucking her. Yes, of course I am. But it’s so much more than that. I’m pushing my cock in and out of her cunt, forcing moans and swiveling hips until I have it just right for her. Her pussy feels so good. So fucking good. Like a glove or a hug or something just as cosmic and intimate.
All I know is that being inside her like this is like nothing else.
Her pussy flutters around me, and she begs me to take her harder, deeper, more aggressively. Her thighs are around my hips, and I lean her back down on the table so I can give her what she needs. I miss her contact and bend forward, taking her lips and kissing her sloppily while I hold her body and fuck her relentlessly.
She clings to me, holding on as she takes the pounding my cock is now delivering. Side swipes and roundhouses and below-the-belt and perfect jabs.
It’s gloves off, toe-to-toe, mindless,exquisitepleasure.
I fuck her like I ate her. With total command and without mercy. With ownership. With lines fractured and boundaries crossed and lives irrevocably altered. And when we come, this time we do it together. No words or warning. It’s a connection, and it pulses between us as it electrifies from within.
I kiss her and hold her and tell her a million things about how incredible she is. Braelyn doesn’t talk much. She’s quiet and introspective, which isn’t like her, but I don’t press her. I think I pushed her into subspace a bit from all the endorphins, and with that, I give her some soothing aftercare.
I hold her and caress her and kiss her softly. Gently.
Once we’re dressed, it takes us forever to clean up, but Braelyn is back to being herself. Our hands touch, our smiles are dopey, our minds are calm. We return to our villa, unable tostop touching, and I take her again in the shower. This time it’s fast and all kisses as we chase an exhausted release.
We fall asleep with reckless abandon, our bodies twisted around each other like vines. And for one blissful moment, everything is perfect. Except I should have known better. Nothing stays that way for long.
27
BRAELYN
“Idon’t know if I should be a nurse,” I said quietly, the grains of sand beneath my bare feet digging themselves between my toes. It was cold out here, but I didn’t mind it, and Nash didn’t seem to either.
“How come?” he asked softly, his eyes cast toward the choppy water.
“Because I’m scared I’ll kill someone.”
He released a breath. “I am too. I’m hoping that fear will make me a better doctor and keep me from getting complacent. But chances are, I will kill someone at some point.”
I shuddered. “I could never be a doctor because of that.”
“Being a nurse is heart and being a doctor is science. I think you’re going to be an incredible nurse. I think your patients will be lucky to have you and will remember you long after you forget them.”
I shifted until my head was resting against his shoulder, but he moved to wrap his arm around me and I tucked into the crook under his chin.
“I think you’re going to be an incredible doctor. You have science, Nash, but you also have heart. The world needs more of that.”
“I don’t have the intuition you have. You see things before they happen.”
Not always, I thought, though I didn’t actually think that. Not then. That thought came later. I tried to hug closer to him, but he wasn’t there. It was just the darkness and ice gathered in my soul.
“Nash?” I called out. I didn’t want him to go. Not yet. I loved my dreams about him even when they made me sad afterward. Suddenly, I wasn’t on the beach anymore. I was somewhere else. The hospital but not exactly that. There were waves of light. Of yellow. Then…
