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FORD

I toss her onto my bed, a wide smirk curling my lips.

Spinning around, I lock the door.

I want uninterrupted time with my future bride.

No chance for Gram or Connor to interfere if they come home.

Not that I expect them to.

Both were fully onboard when I told them I was going to get Harper.

They saw the feral look in my eyes, and I saw the look they exchanged.

They knew my plans for her.

I slowly turn, eyeing her like she’s the last piece of my favorite fucking dessert.

Mine.

Licking my lips, I saunter forward, slow and deliberate, like I have all the time in the world to devour her.

Stopping at the edge of the bed, I grab the hem of my shirt and peel it over my head, exposing my chest and abs.

I know it drives her fucking crazy.

I saw the way she was staring at me last night when I drove her to Grams, shirtless.

She squirms, a whimper slipping free before she slams her lips shut.

I toe off my shoes, watching her watch me.

Her eyes are locked on my body.

She’s trying not to react, but I see her pupils dilate, her chest rising and falling from her accelerated breaths.

And I haven’t even touched her yet.

“I’ve thought about you beneath me every fucking day for the past nine years.”

I smirk, watching her swallow hard.

“And the year before that, I simultaneously wanted to hate fuck you into the middle of next week while telling myself I was over you.” I scoff, shaking my head. “As if I could ever get over you.”

One knee hits the mattress.

I crawl over her, caging her beneath me.

Exactly where she belongs.

Her pupils are blown wide, her lips parting when I drag my nose along her stomach, inhaling deeply. “The scent of your fear combined with your desire is fucking addicting.”

I move higher, my nose tracking over her throat and pulse.

Dragging my tongue over it, I groan, feeling it frantically pounding.

“You’re my own personal brand of drug, baby. I don’t know why the fuck you’d ever think I’d want anyone else.”

She trembles beneath me. “Ford. P-Please.”

I smirk against her throat. “Please, what?”

My voice is silk-covered steel, wrapping around her, sinking beneath her skin. “Please strip you naked and run my hands, mouth, and teeth over every inch of your body?”

She whimpers.

Her legs shift, thighs clenching.

She’s soaked for me already.

“Or please pull my cock out and shove it deep inside your throat?”

Her thigh presses against my denim-covered dick, heat radiating from her body.

“Please stick my cock inside you and fuck you so hard you forget who you are and where you’re at?”

Her breathing is frantic now, her wrists straining against the ropes.

“Oh, God,” she whispers. “Yes, to all of it.”

Her voice is so wrecked, so needy, but panic flashes across her face like she wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.

Oh no, sweetheart.

We’re not doing this.

No doubts.

No second-guessing.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I murmur against her skin, my lips brushing her jaw. “I know you want me, and I’m going to give you every damn piece of me.”

Her whimper wrecks me.

Grabbing her bound wrists, I yank them over her head. “Keep these right here.”

She nods.

Her ragged breaths, her parted, wet lips… Fuck, I’m losing my mind.

Cupping her face, I crush my mouth against hers, swallowing her gasp.

The moment our lips meet, it’s like a bomb detonating in my bloodstream.

Her whimper turns into a moan, her leg hooking over my hip.

I hitch it higher, grinding against her like a fucking animal.

She’s soft and wet, and I’m hard and desperate, and it’s not enough.

When I finally rip my mouth from hers, I’m panting.

Kissing Harper is otherworldly.

I’ve been starving for this.

For her .

“Mine,” I growl.

My hands move to the hem of her sweatshirt, tugging it up.

My gaze locks onto her red lace bra that her breasts are spilling out of. “Every fucking part of you belongs to me.”

Her hips arch against mine. “Ford…”

Panic flares in her big doe eyes. “We shouldn’t do this.”

I roll my eyes. “There’s no room for doubt, Harper.”

My fingers pinch her nipples through the lace, making her gasp and arch into my hands. “Only pleasure.”

I unclasp her bra. “No more talking.”

My mouth is on her before she can argue, sucking, licking, and biting at her hard nipples.

She’s breathless, hands straining at the ropes, her body writhing beneath me.

“We really… shouldn’t do this,” she pants.

I chuckle against her skin, teeth scraping her nipple. “Like hell we shouldn’t, my soon-to-be wife.”

She glares at me, but I drag my tongue lower, kissing and licking down her stomach.

Pulling back, I remove her leggings and panties, tearing them off her within seconds.

“We’re two consenting adults, baby.” I press a kiss to her belly, feeling her shiver beneath me. “Two people who know each other better than we know anyone else.”

I spread her wide, staring at my favorite fucking view.

“Two people who are still very much in love.”

She gasps as my tongue seals over her clit.

A whine slips free, her hands twisting at the restraints.

I slide two fingers inside her soaked pussy, curling them just right.

Her hips lift off the bed.

“Ford…” her voice is a breathless whisper. “This… is… wrong.”

“Wrong?” I smirk against her soaked heat before sucking her clit between my lips.

She releases a loud moan, her thighs quivering around my head.

“Then why are you reacting the way you are? Your tight pussy is squeezing my fingers like a vice, Harper. You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“That’s not… what I mean,” she gasps. “We broke up?—"

“Past tense.” I slide my fingers out, licking her like I’m starving.

She whimpers, her body shaking.

“We… haven’t worked things out.”

I blow against her clit, watching her jerk. “Bullshit. We’re gonna get married soon and spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Ford.”

That’s all she gets out before I dive back in, fucking feasting on her.

Her moans grow louder, her body shaking uncontrollably as the impending orgasm looms.

“F-Ford. I’m gonna?—”

“Good. Come for me.”

And she does.

Her thighs quiver, her body seizing, and I lick up every last drop of her.

I pull away, wiping my mouth, my cock aching to be inside her.

“Condom,” she gasps.

I grab one from the pocket of my jeans, rolling it on.

“For now,” I murmur, lining up with her soaked entrance. “But soon, when we’re married, we won’t be using these fucking things.”

And then I slam inside her, thrusting deep.

“Oh, fuck.” Her legs wrap around me.

My lips find hers, my fingers reaching up and wrapping around hers. “That feels amazing.”

I slowly pull out, then slide back in.

Her eyes widen. “God, you’re so damn big. I feel… so full.”

I increase my pace a little, feeling her adjust to my side. “So gorgeous.”

She moans my name.

My lips find hers as I begin thrusting wildly. “I’m not going to last very long. Not this time.”

She nods, her hips arching up to meet my thrusts. “I won’t either.”

She pants in my face, her fingers squeezing mine. “It’s been… too long.”

“A decade too long.” I continue thrusting, reaching a hand between us to play with her clit. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later, though.”

Her eyes are dazed, and I’m not certain she heard me or, if she did, that she understood my meaning.

I pull out and grab her, flipping her onto her stomach, before slamming myself deep inside.

“Oh, my God,” she yells as I begin pounding into her. “So fucking good. Don’t stop.”

Gritting my teeth, I increase my thrusts, listening to her screams and moans filling my bedroom.

“F-Ford. I’m gonna?—”

That’s all she gets out as she convulses around me.

I grit my teeth so hard I’m surprised they don’t shatter as I keep thrusting through her orgasm, trying not to release.

Not yet.

When she finishes, I lean over by her ear. “Better hang on.”

My tongue roams over the side of her neck as I say, “I’m gonna fuck you hard and come in you, my future wife.”

Her moan nearly does me in as I wildly begin thrusting, feeling her squeeze me.

My skin is slick with sweat, and my arms shake as I pound into her.

“Oh, God, Oh, God,” she screams. “Ford!”

“That’s my good future wife. Come on my cock again.”

As she explodes, I thrust deep.

With a shudder, I fill the condom, then collapse against her back.

And nothing has ever felt more right.