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Bryn

He settled me on the sofa in the living room before going to the garage. When he returned, he carried his phone and a small white bag. Sitting beside me, he passed me the bag.

“What sounds good to you? Anything we can’t order, I can have one of my guys bring us.”

I bit my bottom lip, focusing on him for a moment. I shrugged my shoulders.

“My go to is an extra cheese pizza and cheap wine.”

With a single nod, he scrolled through his phone and called the only pizza place in town. Essentially, it was a kitchen with a sign out front. There was no dining area; the only options were pick-up at the counter or delivery within the town’s limits.

Opening the bag, I frowned. I pulled out the phone, covered in a teal case. A Bluetooth remained unopened in its packaging still. Pushing the home button, I found that the phone was already on and set up. Holy crap. I recognized the phone as the newest model. Even with a new contract it was three hundred dollars, and I wasn’t eligible for an upgrade for another seven months. The case was a double-layered encasement that was probably non-slip, waterproof and shatterproof.

Glancing sideways, I found him watching me, even as he ordered the food. A quick calculation said this cost at least nine hundred dollars altogether. I couldn’t remember the last time I had nine hundred dollars in my bank account all at once. It was too much.

The moment he ended the call, I shook my head negatively.

“It’s way too much.”

He fixed me with a glare.

“You’re not leaving this house without a phone. I need to be able to reach you and know that you’re okay at all times.”

His irises glittered.

His response halted my rebuttal, instantly softening my determination. Setting the device aside, I moved to straddle his lap. His hands gripped my hips as I leaned into him, stealing a kiss.

“Nothing’s going to happen to me, Bear, and if it does, I’m certain that a phone wouldn’t have prevented it.”

Sucking in a deep breath, he considered me.

“I know it’s stronger for me than it is for you right now, but you have to understand, honey, you’re mine, ours. You are half of my heart. If anything-”

His jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he exhaled harshly.

“If anything happened to you, not only would I never forgive myself, but I would never be the same.”

He squeezed me tighter.

“I love you, Bryn. I know that’s probably hard for you to believe, but, I do, and I’d do anything for you, honey. Anything.”

“It’s hard to resist you when you say stuff like that.”

I smiled at him, my heart skipping a beat. In the last couple hours, he’d said everything a woman wanted to hear, but had actually meant it. It was scary and heartwarming at the same time.

His hands slid around to cup my rear asset. Grabbing my globes, he tugged me flush against him.

“Then don’t.”

The feel of his upper body was enough to make any woman want to strip.

“I thought we needed to talk?”

I quirked a brow.

His eyes visibly darkened.

“It can wait.”

I chuckled, leaning in closer.

“How long until the pizza gets here?”

“Thirty minutes.”

He didn’t take his eyes off of me. His grip tautened even more, to the point where I wondered if his handprint would be on my rear asset tomorrow.

Biting my lip seductively, I watched him for a moment.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Fuck yes.”

He yanked the tank and my bra up over my breasts in one quick move. He grabbed my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples.

A soft moan escaped me as I sunk into his talented hands. Tingles spread across my chest, seeming to zap my pussy with desire. Seizing his lips, I rocked my hips along his erection, teasing him.

Abruptly, he snarled, lifting us upright. Standing behind me, he nearly ripped his shorts and my own layers trying to rid us of them, yet somehow managed to avoid my bruise. Dropping back onto the couch, he pulled me into his lap. Supporting my back, he angled me just enough to capture a stiff peak between his lips. My cry was strong this time as he suckled and teased the bud, sending liquid heat sliding down my channel.

Rising up on my knees, breaking from his mouth, I aligned his cock at my entrance before plunging downwards.

We both groaned as pleasure burst through my core.

His thumb went to my clit, circling the nub with fervor. The sensations wracking me from his action had me bouncing atop him, writhing into his touch.

Sliding my fingers through his hair, I tugged on his roots. Without warning, he flipped me and placed my hands flat on the coffee table in front of us, my ass high in the air and all of my bad angles on display. Before I could ask what he was doing, before I could stop my glasses from slipping down, he grabbed my hips and thrust into me. I thought I was going to go flying forward, but he caught me. He held me in place as he fucked me hard and fast from behind.

A frenzy of sensations swamped me. He hit places I never knew existed and the pleasure that stemmed from them was overwhelming. The back of my thighs screamed, but I didn’t care. He took me with such abandon, I couldn’t help but feel desired.

Bending over me, he grunted with each upstroke. The primal sounds he made combined with the feelings he had inundating my body sent me soaring fast.

Abruptly, he dropped backwards, taking me with him onto the sofa. He didn’t lose his rhythm, driving into me with desperation. His fingers sought my clit, teasing the bundle of nerves. Combined with his cock butting my cervix over and over, the feel of his hard surrounding my soft, the sounds that filled the room and the nibbles he did across my shoulder were enough; were more than enough.

Grabbing his forearms, I twisted into his furious fingers. Pressure crushed my limbs, had me straining, reaching. For one brief moment, he stiffened before pummeling my pussy. The break followed by a new wave of assault threw me over the edge.

My cries melded with his growls as we shook around each other. My vision blurred at the edges, my heart raced and my pulse thumped wildly. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. Prickles of awareness, of delicious awareness, danced along my skin. I gasped for air as my body struggled to handle the onslaught of pleasure. The power of it stole my thoughts, had me clinging to him as though I would drift away.

He held me tighter, softening his touch, slowing his rhythm to a lazy glide. His chest rose and fell harshly beneath my back as he kissed a trail along my shoulder and neck. “Fuck.”

It was a breathless declaration that properly summarized the intense quickie.

“Yeah.”

I was winded, panting. My limbs continued to quiver, as if my blood sugar was crashing. I couldn’t seem to maintain my grip on him with the same strength as before.

Pressing his lips to the side of my neck, he sat up higher, taking me with him. His arms secured me to him, not letting me slip an inch.

“You okay, honey?”

“Yeah.”

I began to feel the weight of exhaustion blanketing me. It’d been a long day. Resting my hands atop his, I relaxed into his embrace. I’d never been so content to just remain. Some illogical part of me didn’t want to let him go, didn’t want to lose him. He said this was forever, and I wanted to believe him, so badly, but.

“Don’t leave me, Bear.”

My eyelids felt heavy as I blinked. My heartbeat began to slow as I fought for consciousness.

“Never. I’ll never leave you, Bryn.”

His words were more than a whisper, more than a declaration; they were a promise, one that had me believing him fully for the first time.