“Fuck, Viv. I won’t last long if you do that.” He grabs my hips, yanking me off him and throwing me flat on my back on the bed. Dillon pounces on me, running his hands all over my body as his lips ravish my mouth. I spread my legs, rubbing my pussy against his cock, and he hisses between his teeth. “Goddamn it. The things you do to me. Don’t move,” he commands, straightening up and bending over to pull out the top drawer of his bedside table.
My chest heaves, and my body trembles in anticipation as I watch him remove a condom and carefully roll it down over his length. Electricity crackles in the air, and I’m dying for him, impatient to feel him moving inside me. I fondle my breasts, spreading my legs wider as I wait for him to hurry the fuck up.
“Look at you.” A devilish glint appears in his eye as he moves his face in between my legs. “All spread out for me like the most decadent feast.” He licks his lips before he launches himself at me, shoving his tongue into my cunt while his fingers furiously rub my clit. “Pinch your nipples,” he growls, looking up at me as he pushes three fingers into my heat. “And keep your eyes on me.” His tongue darts out, and he licks my clit as his fingers pump faster inside me. Every time his piercing hits the sensitive bundle of nerves, a jolt of intense desire shoots through my core, and I’m a writhing mess under his expert ministrations.
My climax is rising, and I’m getting close. Impatient to experience the ultimate high, I grind my pussy against his face. “That’s it, sweetheart, fuck my face.”
Grabbing handfuls of his gorgeous hair, I keep him pressed against my most private parts as I thrust against him and he works me with his fingers and tongue.
Sparks transform to flames inside me as I self-destruct in the most glorious fashion. I can’t stifle my cries as the most earth-shattering orgasm rips through me, turning my limbs to mush, rendering me a pliable pile of limbs on the bed. “Fuck, Dillon. I want to do that every single day for the rest of my life.”
Pulling up to his knees, he pins me with the sexiest evil grin. “That can definitely be arranged.” Flinging my legs over his shoulders, he pulls me forward, lifting my ass off the bed a few inches as he lines his cock up at my entrance. “Hold on tight, Hollywood. This is going to be hard and fast.”
“My favorite kind of ride,” I quip, shivering in delicious anticipation.
Dillon thrusts into me in one powerful movement, and I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle my cries. “Fuck, yeah, Viv. God, how I’ve missed you.” He pounds into me while leaning down to kiss me. “I love doing this with you.”
Grabbing his head, I pull him closer as I cross my ankles behind his neck, lifting my hips, so the angle is deeper. “I love sex with you. I just love you,” I pant before claiming his lips in a searing-hot kiss.
Dillon drives into me like a man on a mission, pushing his dick as far as it will go, and I see stars. Our kissing is as frantic as our fucking because we can’t get enough. I drag my nails up his abs, and he hisses. Removing my legs from around his neck and shoulders, he situates me on his lap without breaking our connection. “Ride me, sweetheart. Fuck me until I come.” His arms go around me as he plants a line of drugging kisses along my collarbone.
Keeping my hands on his shoulders to control my movements, I bounce up and down on his erection, throwing my head back and thrusting my chest in his face. Dillon sucks on my breasts, tugging on my nipples with his teeth, while his fingers slip down to my ass, tracing a teasing line along my ass crack. His mouth suctions on my neck, right in the place where I’m most sensitive, and I groan as I slam up and down on his dick, feeling my orgasm building again.
Dillon shoves his cock up inside me, his movements alternating with mine, and I cry out when he pushes one finger into my ass, falling over the ledge instantly. Pushing me flat on my back, he rocks into me with a new intensity as I come down from my high. A muscle clenches in his jaw, the veins in his neck pulse, and his entire body locks up as he roars out his release.
It’s a miracle we didn’t wake Easton with how loud we were. He really must be exhausted after such a busy day.
The blissful look on Dillon’s face brings tears to my eyes, and I pull him to me as he collapses on the bed beside me.
His arms wind around me automatically, and he draws me in close, tipping my chin up. “Are you okay?” Concern is splayed across his face.
“These are happy tears,” I rasp, cupping his gorgeous face. “I love you, Dillon. I love you with everything I am, and everything I have to offer is yours.”
“You’re mine. You’re truly mine.” His eyes fill up.
“I’m yours, Dillon.” I kiss him softly, and he tightens his arms around me.
“This is right where you belong, Vivien Grace, and I am going to love you with everything I have every single day for the rest of our lives.”
“You took your rings off,” Dillon says the following morning as we are finishing breakfast. Easton is in the playroom watching cartoons on the TV. Dillon stares at my empty ring finger, as my hand gravitates to my neck.
“I did. It was time.” I cried removing my wedding and engagement rings after I got out of the shower earlier, but it was the final cleansing I needed to do. “I’ve given you my commitment, Dillon. I’ve told you I’m yours. I can’t continue to wear Reeve’s rings on my finger when I’ve promised to give myself to you fully.”
My hand curls around the two necklaces I’m wearing. “I’m hoping you don’t mind if I wear them around my neck.” I put the rings on a silver chain I had ordered for this day, and I took the claddagh necklace Dillon gave me for my birthday in Ireland out of the memento box I’d kept hidden from my husband.
Now I’m wearing both.
Side by side.
Existing in tandem like my love for both twins.
Dillon stares at the necklaces, looking a little dazed.
“If it bothers you, I can take it off.”
Slowly, he lifts his gaze to mine, shaking his head. “I told you I’m fine with you remembering Reeve. I don’t want you to erase him. Wear his rings around your neck. Keep your photos up. Whatever it is you need to do, I’m good. I’ve made my peace with everything.”
“Thank you.” I reach across the table, threading my fingers through his. “You don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that.”
“You kept it,” he whispers, his eyes lowering to my neck once again.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?”
He shrugs. “I didn’t really think about it, but I’m glad you did.”
“I must be a glutton for punishment because I kept all the stuff I have of yours, and all the things that reminded me of Ireland, in a box, hidden in my closet. I couldn’t bear to part with any of it.” I have photos, some of Dillon’s T-shirts, some Toxic Gods merch, and tons of souvenirs from our many trips.
“Come here. You’re too far away over there.” He pushes back his chair, the legs squealing across the tile floor.
I get up and drop onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our mouths move as one, meeting in a passionate kiss I feel all the way to the tips of my toes. Dillon hardens underneath my ass, and I break our kiss, quirking a brow. “I thought I exhausted you last night,” I tease, squirming on his lap.