“Say you love me, Stone. Say it,” I beg, as I pummel through all of her walls with my hard length.
“I love you.”
“Again,” I growl, keeping up my merciless tempo.
If I don’t slow down, this is going to be far too quick for my liking, but I desperately need to cum inside her. Stone withers against me, her chest heaving up and down as she moans out her pleasure. She sweetly clenches around my cock with each hard thrust, leaving me mere seconds away from cumming, whether I slow down or not.
“Tell me. Make me believe that you’re mine. Because I’m so fucking yours, Stone. I’m yours,” I swear, my own voice rough with an emotion not many will ever feel in their lifetime.
I fuck her with brutish force, all the while giving her my heart, praying she will never leave it again. I can never go back to a life without her in it. It would be as if someone stole all my senses, leaving me blind to the beauty of the world. The stars would lose their glow, food and drink would have no taste. Without her, my whole existence would be a waste because all I’ve ever done right is love her. She is, and always will be, my everything. Nothing else matters, as long as she is mine and I am hers.
Stone wraps her arms around me, kissing me madly, and as she promises herself to me, I cry out with the same devotion and worship that pumps through my veins.
“I love you, Finn. I’ll always love you. No one will take me from you again.”
And with that beautiful promise kissing my lips, scorching them with her love, I give all I have left until her vows are heavenly cries, succumbing to her nirvana, and compelling me to follow her and together embark on a journey to the stars.
It takes us a while to return to reality, but neither one of us is in too much of a hurry. In the same woods where I once promised my loyalty, I now promise—with my body, heart, and soul—my never-ending love to her.
I place Stone back on the ground and keep my firm hold on her.
“Are you sure you want me? After everything you’ve learned, I won’t hold it against you if you want to walk away,” I whisper in her ear, running my fingers through her dark mane, loving the feel of her silky strands.
She places her chin on my chest, her loving gaze never wavering, and says, “I told you, I don’t scare easily.”
“I know.”
“Then you also know that I’ve always been a fighter. I’ve got your back, pretty boy, don’t worry about mine.”
“I’ll always worry.”
“I know, baby. But the only ones that should be worried are those blackmailing assholes who are playing with our lives. They’re the ones who need to be on their toes.”
“Stone, I don’t want you involved in all this mess. I want you as far away from their radar as possible,” I reply, terrified by the idea The Society might come for her again.
“Too late for that,” she mumbles as the gears inside her head start spinning.
“What are you thinking about?”
She throws me a mischievous smile, one that does nothing to ease my nerves.
“Stone?”
She pushes up to the balls of her feet and silences me with, yet another, earth-shattering kiss.
“Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, quarterback. We have more important things to talk about,” she coos, pulling my hand and taking me back to the blanket on the ground.
Once we are right at the very center of it, she unlatches her hand from mine, taking two steps away from me. With a sly smirk on her lips, she pulls her turtleneck over her head, and sashays out of her pencil skirt, leaving nothing on but her black lace lingerie, high-heel boots, and her red-and-black phoenix tattoo, proudly on display.
My mouth waters as she crooks her finger with a come-hither look, and like the lovesick fool that I am, I go to her instantly.
“And we are not done talking.” She winks, licking her lips as she unsnaps her bra, leaving the twins in plain view.
‘I fucking love this girl,’ my cock says, weeping in elation as he watches Stone bending down, taking her panties off, her pretty ass just begging for my teeth to latch onto it.
Get in line, fucker.
I smile inwardly, thankful that my cock, mind, and heart have found the one thing they can agree on. They all love the foul-mouthed Southie who wormed her way into my life and captivated all of me with just one look.
Tattoos, thick thighs, and pretty eyes. I never stood a chance.
She bends over again to unzip her boots, but I tsk at that and retort, “Keep them on, brat. I want to hold onto them while you sit on my face.”
“Aren’t you the romantic,” she teases as I go to my knees, my tongue ready and starving to eat her sweet pussy out.
“Fuck romance. What we have is better.”
She lets out a giggle, the sound warming my heart more than any other melody.
“Come here,” I order, grabbing onto her naked thighs, leaving my mark on her perfect, unblemished skin.
“Here I am,” she taunts, her dripping core inches away from my lips. “Now put that mouth to good use, pretty boy. I’ve missed it being on me.”
Like the obedient, enamored fool that her love tamed me into, I do exactly as she orders, only stopping when she’s too hoarse from crying out my name. And after she thinks she can’t climb any higher, I make love to her, showing her there is no such limit.
With my body, heart, and soul, I tell her the only universal truth that seeps through me as I worship every patch of her skin with my mouth, lips, and tongue.
There is no cap on our happiness.
And I dare every last motherfucker to try and prove me wrong.
Chapter 30
Stone
“Whose cars are those?” I ask as we emerge from the Oakley woods.
“Easton and Colt’s,” Finn grumbles under his breath, squeezing my hand while throwing me a meek smile.
“Were you expecting them?”
He gives me a forlorn nod, hesitating to take a further step back toward the mansion.
“Well, let’s not keep your friends waiting, quarterback,” I exclaim, rushing my step and pulling him along to match my pace before he has a chance to change his mind.
“Stone,” he begins to protest but stops when Lincoln opens his front door, apparently expecting our arrival.
The smile stitched on his face is just as wide and genuine as when I first showed up on his doorstep. It troubles me that I can’t pinpoint if Lincoln is as trustworthy as his smile indicates. Especially after everything Finn confided in me this afternoon, I’m more than torn in regards to the Richfield heir.
“All caught up with, I see,” he taunts, eyeing Finn up and down.
When I see the traces of grass in pretty boy’s golden locks, I know his friend has a good idea of what we’ve been up to for the last few hours. Not that I care. What happens between Finn and me is our business. I’m not embarrassed by one minute spent in his arms. Unlike Lincoln, who has plenty to be ashamed of.