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Chapter thirty-three

Holt

Rebecca is gorgeous. Absolutely fucking perfect. I peer down at her for a second wondering how I got so lucky to have met this woman.

Just when I thought I’d never recover from my ex, she came into my life.

Now she’s spread out on her bed, naked, asking me to pleasure her.

Part of me feels an immense amount of pressure to make it good for her.

To satisfy her. But I push those intrusive thoughts away and concentrate on the woman in front of me, focusing on what she told me earlier, that she trusts me.

I have to trust her too. Trust that she’ll tell me what she does and doesn’t like.

I lean down and kiss her. Wrapping her arms around me, she pulls me closer as I coast a hand down her body until I find her warm, wet center.

“So wet. Is it all for me?” I mutter, pulling my lips away from hers.

“Yes.” She moans.

Slipping one finger inside her and watching her face carefully to make sure I’m not hurting her, I begin to fuck her with my finger.

“More. I need more, Holt,” she whines, shifting her hips under me.

“As you wish.”

I slide a second finger inside her and use my thumb to massage her clit. Her eyes flutter shut as her hips move to meet me, thrust for thrust. My cock aches, growing harder as she moans.

“So good,” she pants, her eyes opening to meet mine. “That’s perfect. ”

I swear my dick gets even harder at her compliment.

“Do you want a third?” I ask, my voice wavering. “Can you take it?”

“Give it to me, Holt,” she whines. “Be a good boy and fill me up with your fingers, and then fill me up with your cock.”

My dick twitches at her words, and I have to recite plays in my head so I don’t come.

Fucking hell.

I didn’t know I was into being praised. Or is it because it’s coming from her ?

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

I slide a third finger inside her, and after a few thrusts, her pussy flutters around me, and she yells my name, her orgasm slamming into her. I keep sliding my fingers in and out of her as she rides out her orgasm.

“Shit,” she mutters.

I pull my fingers out of her, and after making sure she’s paying attention to me, pop them into my mouth and clean them off, moaning at the taste.

“That was hot.” She drops an arm over her face, her chest heaving.

“It was for me, too.” I stroke my dick as I watch her.

She moves her arm, licking her lips as her gaze travels down my body and lands on my cock, which is getting even harder.

I touch myself, enjoying having her eyes on me.

“Fuck me, please, Holt.”

I grin. “My pleasure. How do you want me to fuck you?”

“Anyway you want. You’re in charge.”

My heart skips a beat, and I get choked up for a second.

“I . . . I . . .” I run a hand through my hair and down my face.

“What is it?” She sits up and moves closer to me, putting a hand on my arm.

I stare down at her hand, too embarrassed to meet her eyes as I say, “Kat always liked it one way. Me behind her.” I let out a strangled laugh. “Probably so she didn’t have to look at me.” I shrug. “So that’s always the way we had sex. It was fine but . . .”

“Oh, Holt.” Her voice is soft .

“I’m sorry.” My shoulders sink, and I silently curse myself. Why couldn’t I have kept that to myself. “I ruined the mood, didn’t I?”

“It’s okay. Thank you for telling me. For talking to me.”

She wraps her arms around me, and I pull her into my lap, hugging her. I take a few deep breaths, loving how it feels to have her in my arms. How her breasts feel pressed up against my chest.

We’re silent for a few minutes.

She shifts on my lap and I groan, feeling her pussy warm and welcoming on top of my dick.

I want her.

No, I need her.

I thrust up against her. “I want you to ride me. Sit on top of me, and bounce on my cock so I can watch you come apart.”

I don’t wait for her to answer, shifting so I’m lying on my back and she’s sitting on my stomach.

“Fuck,” I hiss out, squeezing my eyes shut. “Do you have a condom?”

“In my nightstand.” She shifts, and I let her go, staring at her perky ass as she opens the drawer and pulls one out.

“I wanted to be prepared, so I grabbed a box when I went to the grocery store the other week. I have an IUD though. I can’t remember the last time I was with a guy.

A few years ago at this point. But I got tested recently, and everything was negative. ”

“I went and got tested after Kat and I broke up. Everything was all negative, too. You’re the first since her . . .”

She nods and pulls open the condom wrapper. “Want to do the honors, or should I?”

I take the condom from her and roll it down my shaft, pumping myself a few times.

“Now ride me.”

Becca climbs on top of me, lining my dick up at her opening, and slowly slides down, taking me inch by inch. I groan. Fuck me. I’m not going to last.

Her hands fall to my chest, her head tipped backward as she gets used to my size. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s beautiful. Perfect. Everything I never knew I wanted, and I’m not just thinking that because we’re having sex.

Eventually, she starts to move up and down. I grip her hips and help her, thrusting up to bury myself even deeper inside her.

“So good, Holt.” She drags her nails across my chest, and I’m sure I’ll have marks tomorrow, but I don’t care.

I want her to mark me.

Let everyone know I’m hers, and she’s mine.

I reach between us and stroke her clit. She bounces a few more times, and then she’s throwing back her head, yelling my name.

The feel of her pussy clenching around my cock has my balls drawing up tight and tingling starting at the base of my spine. I thrust a few more times before I’m spilling my release into the condom.

“Ahhhh, Holt,” she yells, and I have a feeling my orgasm triggered another one for her.

She falls forward onto my chest, and I catch her, shifting so she’s lying next to me. The grin on my face might be permanent after that.

“I have no energy,” she whispers a few minutes later.

I chuckle, tucking her close against me, loving the feeling of her skin on mine.

“I’ll carry you.”

“In a minute.”

“You’ll hear no argument from me,” I mutter, kissing the top of her head. I’m enjoying having her in my arms.

Eventually, we get up, and I make good on my promise to carry her into the bathroom so we can clean up.

We climb back into bed, and I pull her into my arms again, so her head is resting on my chest. I run a hand down her back.

I can’t stop touching her. It’s like I need to be close to her to be able to breathe. And maybe I do.

“If you need to go so you can spend time with Hazel, I totally understand. You haven’t seen her in a few days. I’m sure you miss her,” she whispers.

I smile. I love that she worries about that.

“I will in a little while. Hadley said she didn’t mind babysitting Hazel for a bit longer. I don’t know what I would do without her. ”

She lifts her head off my chest and meets my gaze. “Are you planning—I mean what’s your plan for—wait, never mind, it’s none of my business.”

“Yes, it is. You’re my girlfriend. Of course it’s your business.”

“I like you calling me your girlfriend, boyfriend .”

“Fuck, Sweetheart. I like it too.”

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing her call me her boyfriend.

A few months ago, I didn’t want to be anyone’s boyfriend ever again, but now, I’m glad to be hers. I want to be the last boyfriend she has.

I swallow, my heart skipping a beat at that thought. Strangely, I’m not panicking about it.

“I don’t know what my plan is with Hazel for after this season.

I can’t exactly ask Hadley to give up her life and move here to take care of my daughter.

She’d do it, but it wouldn’t be fair to her.

” I blow out a breath. “I don’t want Hazel to be raised by a nanny.

My parents said they’d come down and stay for a while but I hate to ask that of them.

Caleb and Jenna offered to help, too. And Aubrey. And Madison.”

“And me. Don’t forget you’ve got me.” Becca leans over and kisses me. “You’ve got a village of people on your side.”

“I know. Oh, speaking of which, girlfriend . You’re coming with me to Brody’s wedding in two weeks. Right?”

“If it’s alright with them.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, but I’ll text him later and make sure.”

She kisses me again, but this time when she goes to pull away, I don’t let her.

“How about another round?” I shift my hips so she can feel how hard I am. “Then I should probably go home, but maybe you can come over for dinner and a movie tonight.”

“I’d like that,” Becca says as I roll us over so she’s on top.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d end up here.

With her.

Like this.

But I wouldn’t change a thing.