“I don’t think you get what I’m saying, baby. Open your eyes.”
I do and find him still watching me. “You’re mine. No arrangement, no bullshit about how you work for me, none of it. You’re mine.”
I blink a few times, trying to clear my head of the lust he’s stirring inside me so I can decipher what he just said.
He slides not one but two fingers inside, and I fight to not roll my eyes to the back of my head. “This is mine, this pussy.” He leans over me. “These lips,” he says, kissing me softly, then running his lips down my neck and to my chest. “Your heart.” He kisses me right over where my heart is beating furiously. “It’s all mine.”
“Crew.” His name is a whisper on my lips.
“Tell me you get me. I need the words, Berklee.”
I sift through what he said. I’m his. . . . My heart. . . . Did I imagine that part?
“You heard me right, beautiful,” he says, reading my mind. “Every fucking word.” He pats his chest, over his heart. “Right here, all you, all the time. I need to hear you say it.” He leans down and kisses my lips softly. “Tell me you get me.”
“I-I get you.”
“Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Mine.” He removes his hand and replaces it with his cock. Resting his weight on his elbows on either side of my head, he holds my stare. “Wrap your legs around me,” he orders, kissing the corner of my mouth.
I do as he says, digging my heels into his back.
“Good girl.” He rolls his hips, causing me to squeeze my legs even tighter. He does it again, over and over again until I’m on the edge of orgasmic bliss. Arms around his neck, I pull him down to me and hold on. He keeps a steady rhythm, moving his hips as he thrusts inside me. “I feel you, babe. Your pussy squeezing me tight. You ready to go?”
I don’t have words; all I can do is feel.
“That’s it, beautiful. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”
With one more thrust and roll of his hips, I lose control and cry out his name. “Crew!”
“Right.” Thrust. “There.” Thrust. “With you.” He stills as he finds his release.
Slumping forward, careful not to crush me, he kisses me on the forehead. We lie like this, both breathing heavy, neither of us willing to break the connection. Finally, he slides out of me. “I need to take care of this. Be right back.” He kisses my chest right over my heart and then climbs out of bed.
I instantly miss his heat but am thankful for a minute to try and wrap my head around what just happened. Condom! I didn’t even think about protection. When did he put it on? He had me so blindsided with want for him that the thought didn’t even cross my mind.
Crew comes back from the bathroom with a wet cloth. “Open for me,” he says, tapping my knee. Without thought, I do so. “So damn sexy,” he croons while taking his time, wiping away the evidence of what just happened. Doesn’t matter; I still feel it. Feel him. Everywhere.
Tossing the washcloth to the side, Crew climbs in beside me and pulls the covers over us. His arm snakes out and pulls my back to his front as he buries his face in my neck. “Sleep, babe. I’m going to need you again and you’ll need it.” He kisses my shoulder.
“I—”
“I’m staying. Unless you want us to go to my place, we’re spending the night right here. You’re going to stay right here.” His voice is a husky whisper. “I meant it, Berklee. Every fucking word, I mean it.” He adjusts his hold on me, tightening further. “Night, beautiful.” With a kiss to my shoulder, he says no more, and I lie awake until his breathing evens out.
I hear Maggie and Barry come home, but I don’t dare move to go talk to them. I know they saw his truck, my night of lounging in front of the TV still spread across the living room. They’re smart; they can put two and two together.
I’m not ready to answer questions, so instead I let myself have this moment. Where it feels as though I’m being cherished by the hold he has on me and let myself fall asleep in his arms.
It’s too late to fight it.
I’ve already fallen.
I’VE BEEN LYING here wide awake for the last couple of hours. I woke up with Berklee’s tight little ass pressed against my hard cock and I had to have her. Her eyes opened instantly at my touch but she welcomed me with open arms, and I took everything she was offering as I made love to her. That’s what it was, making love. Hence the reason I’m still wide awake. My girl dozed off, head on my chest, soon after, but I’ve just laid here running my fingers through her hair, listening to her deep, even breaths as I think about the last twelve hours.
The second time was different. Neither of us were in a hurry, just gentle and slow, taking and feeling with everything in us. It was a life-changing moment for me—the minute I realized that I’d fallen in love with her. I knew I cared for her, that she was under my skin, but it’s more than that. It’s the way those blue eyes smile up at me, so trusting. The way she treats me, not like a meal ticket but an equal. It’s just her, Berklee. It’s who she is, and I love her more because of it.
I’m still not certain how things will go when she wakes up. Sometimes in the light of day, everything looks different.
A soft knock on her bedroom door catches my attention. It’s gentle and then nothing.
“She in there?” I hear Barry ask.
“It’s locked,” Maggie tells him.
I hear their footsteps as they walk on past. Berklee stirs in my arms, stretching her limbs.
“Morning, baby.” I kiss her temple.
Her eyes pop open and she blinks a few times. I see the minute it all comes rushing back to her. Our night together, the reason she’s curled up in my arms, in her bed. “Hi. You stayed,” she states the obvious.
“I did.”
“Last night. . . .”
“Was amazing. What are we doing today?” I ask her.
“We?”
“Yes, we. I’m not ready to let you go yet. What are your plans today? I’m supposed to go to my parents’ for dinner, but I can cancel.” All I have to do is tell them that I’m spending the day with Berklee and they’ll get it.
“Oh, you should go. Don’t let me keep you.” She starts to roll away but I stop her.
“If I go, you go.”
“Crew.”
“Berklee.”
“What is this? What are we doing?”
There it is. I was waiting for it. “We’re us,” I tell her, tapping her ass with my hand.
“What does that mean?” she says, almost whining.
I chuckle. “We are us, you and me. Crew and Berklee. You’re mine.”
“Are you mine?” she fires back.
I roll on top of her and kiss her, morning breath be damned. “All yours,” I say against her lips. No truer words have ever been spoken. I’ve given her all of me.
“You’re my boss.”
“I’m your man,” I counter, and she tries like hell to fight her grin. “We’ll figure it out as we go. Right now, you need to decide what you want to do today.”
“I-I don’t really have any plans.”