Page 114 of Just Between Us

A blaze of heat runs up my spine right as my balls tighten. I spill into her mouth, groaning so hard against her pussy, her thighs tremble and she’s soaking my face with her orgasm. I don’t stop my assault until I’ve wrung every bit of pleasure from her and she goes limp, rolling off of me.

We’re both breathless, panting for a moment in the silence of my bedroom.

Lying here next to Cassie, I know it’s probably not the righttime, but is there really a right time to reveal your heart? In my opinion, sooner is always better than later. My words come tumbling out and I don’t even try to stop them. I want her to know how I feel. No, I need her to know how I feel like I need my next breath.

“I love you so much, angel.”

Cassie sucks in a breath and slowly sits up. “What?”

“I said, I love you.” I swallow, nerves ratcheting up. “More than anything.”

Her nose scrunches and her eyes start to water but she remains silent.

Why isn’t she saying anything? Did I just fuck up?

“I know saying that right after I ate you out isn’t my most romantic idea, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I’ve already held things too close to the chest for too long.”

Scooting so my back is against the headboard, I search her eyes for anything to reveal how she’s feeling.

“I’m gonna need you to say something, baby.”

Cassie pulls herself up, moving across the bed to straddle me.

“Say it again,” she whispers, so low I barely hear her.

“I’m so in love with you, Cassandra James. I love you so much it hurts. A good hurt that I never want to go away.”

Her lips are on mine before I’ve finished, swallowing up my words with a kiss and all I can think is this is my future. She is my future, my life, my everything. Together we’ll meet our future children and I’ll bear witness to the passing years as we grow old and gray together. I will love her with all that’s left of my beating heart as long as she’ll let me and beyond that. Until we’re dust in the earth.

She breaks the kiss, and with her lips still brushing mine she says the words I’ve been longing to hear. “I love you too, William Davis. I think I loved you the minute you started whispering poems to that night sky the night we met, when you promised the river would change my life.

“And did it?” I rasp.

She nods as a single tear tracks down her face. “It brought me to you, my best friend, the love of my life.”

Lifting her hips, Cassie takes my cock in her hand and positions it at her entrance, lowering to take the full length of me. I’ve been inside of her countless times by now, but with those three little words spoken out loud, everything about this feels different. I roll us so she’s beneath me and she wraps her legs around my waist, using her heels to push me deeper.

I move in and out of her, our gazes locked, and the love I see behind those beautiful eyes is something I feel, bone deep. Cassie meets my thrusts with the softest little mewls and I know what we’re doing goes far beyond sex right now. She’s sealing her life to mine and mine to hers. I come on a low groan just as Cassie’s pussy starts to flutter and tighten around my cock. I swallow her cries of pleasure with my mouth, kissing her as her body quakes until she goes still beneath me.

“Move in with me, angel.”

Tucking her lip between her teeth, Cassie smiles and nods. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, Liam,” she says in response.

The words are like music, a melody only we can hear. “I promise to love you to the ends of the earth.”

I’ve officially livedwith Liam one month today, and I had no idea life could be this good, that love could feel so sweet. We live our own lives, working, spending time with friends and family. I try to see my mom at least once or twice a week, and things are slowly getting easier. Dare I say, fun at times?

There are nights Liam works late at the studio or bar, but we always find each other at night twining our bodies together, becoming one until we drift to sleep. With each passing day, Liam has shared more of his truths and I hoard them like the priceless treasures they are. I crave every detail about his life, from the most memorable moments to the crumbs that he would consider unremarkable, but I consider precious because they’re part of his story.

It’s funny when I look back on the months since we first met. I should have known immediately Liam was never, could never be just a friend. No, that’s not true. I knew, but life has a funny way of taking its time, shaping us into who we each needed to be for the other.

The bed is empty next to me, bright morning sunlight spilling in through the window, letting me know it’s still early. Rolling, Iinhale the scent of Liam on his pillow, smile into the soft fabric, and crawl out of bed to start my day.

A mug of tea sits on the kitchen counter, like Liam knew I’d be up any minute and he wanted it to be perfect for me. I bring it to my lips, testing the temperature. Still warm. Perfect.