“What?” I ask when she doesn’t immediately answer.
“The family you and I are starting to build here in this home. I don’t want Henry to have that win.”
“I love you.” I pull her into my lap and kiss her gently at first before running the tip of my tongue across her bottom lip. Amber shifts in my lap, straddling him, and my dick goes rock-hard.
“I love you, Luke,” she whispers against my mouth then bites my lip. I pull her closer, needing to feel close to her, then tuck my hands under her ass and stand. She wraps her arms tight around my neck and holds on.
“I’m going to marry you,” I say against her ear and she stiffens in my arms.
She leans back to look at me, not saying anything at first, simply staring at me before she smiles. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Okay, then.” I chuckle then walk her around the couch and down the hallway to our room. Dropping her unceremoniously, I crawl in after her. She laughs, scooting backward, stopping when her back hits the headboard and I keep crawling until I hover over her.
I like the way she is gazing at me. For the first time in the last twenty-four hours, she doesn’t look worried or distressed.
Caging her against the mattress, both my hands beside her shoulders, I peer down, craving her more than I ever have before. There is no going back now. Not ever. She’s mine and will be mine for the rest of our lives as soon as I can make that happen.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Amber’s smile falters.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, leaning down so I can kiss her shoulder, sliding my nose along her collarbone and nuzzle her neck.
Amber tugs on my shirt, pulling it up until I have to break free from her neck to pull it over my head. She sits up and removes her shirt and I watch in awe as she takes off her bra, letting her breasts fall free and my mouth waters.
“Take my pants of,” I order, and she obliges while I unbutton her jeans and slide a hand inside, too impatient for her to take them off. My fingers grab ahold of her pussy and she hums in response. “You’re soaked.”
“I want you,” she whispers, her eyes black with desire. I have never wanted her more.
Tugging her pants and panties, she quickly helps me take them off. She’s naked beneath me and it is the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on.
I skim my fingers across her skin, between her breasts, down her soft stomach, detouring around her core over her hipbone and down her inner thigh. She shivers with anticipation and my dick throbs to be let loose. Standing from the bed, I watch her watch me remove my pants, leaving my boxer briefs. She licks her lips, waiting to see me take them off and for a moment, I want to tease her, but I need her and rip them off.
Climbing back onto the bed, I set my sights on her wet pussy and my mouth is on her, devouring her. Her taste and scent is intoxicating, igniting something deep in my chest. I torture her in the most delicious way, licking and sucking. Her hands tug at my hair as she breathlessly moans my name.
“I’m going to come,” she pants as her hips arch up. I lick and swirl my tongue faster, slowly dipping one finger inside her, then another, and she tenses around them, pulling me in and coming hard. Such beautiful noises come from that mouth of hers.
Kissing my way back up her body, she lays sedated across the bed, her hair feathered out. I want to pound my chest knowing I did that and she’s all mine. Grazing my lips across hers, she smiles and wraps her arms around my neck before pushing me onto my back.
“I want to be on top,” she says, her fading orgasm still flushing her skin. She looks pink and soft and so fucking perfect. She takes ahold of me; I clench my jaw when she lines me up and slides my dick inside her. Grabbing her hips, I pull her down hard. Her breath catches and for a moment, we are both completely dazed by the feel of each other.
Her hands land on my chest and slowly, she rocks against me. I let her take charge, sliding my hands up her sides before palming her breasts and she lets out a whimper when I pinch her harden nipples. Leaning forward, I take one in my mouth, swirling my tongue. My other hand drop to her clit and matches her rhythm as she grinds faster against me.
I know she’s close. I feel her swell and tense around my dick, and I want to come with her. Releasing her breast, I grab her hips and thrust, feeling her begin to pulse. Thrusting harder, we are both ready to let go.
“Oh God, I’m going to come,” she whimpers.
“Let go, darlin’.” I circle her clit until she does, thrusting hard once more inside her, and release. She falls onto my chest, both our hearts pounding as the buzz of our orgasm wipes the last of our energy.
“That was amazing.”
“It’s always amazing with you,” I whisper into her ear.
“Mmm.”
Pulling and tugging the comforter from under us, I’m finally able to cover us, not letting her move from where she lays on top of me.
“I love you,” I say before sleep takes us both.
28
- Amber -
“Wake up, Jax,” I sing to the man-child sleeping on my couch. “Time to wake up.”
“No,” he grumbles but peels one eye open and then another, seeing the coffee I’m holding out for him. “For me?”
I nudge it toward him. “Yes, sir.”
“Thanks.”
“Mind telling me why you’re sleeping on our couch?”
“Burns found out about the stripper and kicked me out when I told him Miss Janet had a great time,” Jax says around a yawn, sitting up and taking the coffee.
“Why would you do a silly thing like that?” I laugh and pat his shoulder.
“He found out I stole his Polaroid. I was deflecting.”
“Oh, because deflecting is always a good strategy.” I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen.
“Mom!” Matt yells down the stairs. “I can’t find my tablet.”
“It’s in the living room,” Luke answers for me, coming around the corner into the kitchen. “Morning.” He smiles coyly at me.
“Morning.” I return the smile and lean up against his chest, giving him a big kiss.
“Someone looks happy this morning,” Sarah says, rounding the island and heading straight for the coffee. “Wouldn’t be due to the ruckus I heard next door, would it?”
“What in Bob Barker is going on? Did all the Colsons and Bakers stay here last night?” I glare at her.
“Clint and Dawn are happily at home,” Jax chimes in, taking a seat at the island.
“Hey, Jax.” Matt fist bumps him and sits.
“Where is Emily? I’m going to be late for work if she doesn’t hurry.” I side-step Luke and yell, “Em, hurry up. We gotta go!”
“I thought I would take them to Mom and Dad’s,” Sarah says, leaning against the counter, blowing on her coffee.
“So you don’t have to explain to your parents why didn’t come home last night?” Eric asks, coming around the corner.
Sarah narrows her eyes at Eric. “Yes.”
“Are you sure you want to take them?” I ask, but it would give me a chance to relax a little before going into work. Luke wanted me to take a few days off after the incident with Henry, but the social workers suggested we maintain a normal routine to help make things easy on the kids. Christmas is only a few days away and the kids are getting excited. They don’t even seem fazed by the whole ordeal.