Page 48 of His Secret Betrayal (Cedarwood Valley Duology #2)

“I’m going to turn around so you can take me from behind.

You’re going to feel so good that way,” he says, a bolt of heat spearing through me in response.

He flips over onto his hands and knees, the round globes of his ass on display for me while I position myself on my knees behind him.

I take my time appreciating the view, my mouth watering at the sight of those thick thighs and the way the muscles of his back flex.

With him in this position, I can see the mass of thick scarring that spans across his entire back, and it makes my heart lurch.

I run a hand down his spine, an appreciative rumble spilling from my throat.

Has he ever let anyone else see him like this?

“Are you going to give me what I want or keep staring?” he asks breathlessly.

“Just admiring the spectacular view,” I admit, smiling when he sucks in a quiet breath.

Reaching down, I pull his cheeks apart and use the pad of my finger to circle his hole, but a sudden surge of nerves has me freezing.

I swallow, my belly performing summersaults as I hesitate to push my way inside.

Alek, always so aware of my every move, turns his head to gaze at me.

His eyes soften, most of the pleasure-lust fading.

“You don’t have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable,” he says softly.

I shake my head. “It’s not that. I just…I’ve never done this to someone else. How do I know— I don’t want to hurt you.”

Alek always knows exactly what to do to me, how to make me relax, to make me feel good…always seeming to know how much I can take. What if I misread his signals and I accidently hurt him?

“Hey, look at me,” he commands, that thread of dominance making my head snap up.

He smiles softly before gentling his tone again.

“You’ve been perfect tonight, so don’t start second-guessing yourself now.

I want you to assume that if it feels good when I do it to you, it’ll feel good when you do it to me.

Just as much as I’ll trust you to take care of me, you’ll trust me to communicate with you if anything doesn’t feel right. Trust is a two-way street, yes?”

I nod.

Yeah, okay, I can do that.

Without another word, my fingers return to circling his hole. His mouth falls open, his breathy hum encouraging me to continue. Slowly, I sink a finger inside him and groan at the hot, tight heat.

“That’s going to feel so good on my cock,” I gasp.

“More,” Alek demands, rolling his hips.

Giving him another finger, I take my time stretching him.

Listening to his humming approvals and gasps of pleasure, my movements grow bolder as I find my confidence again.

My fingers pump in and out of him, a surge of triumph lighting me up from the inside out when my fingers brush against something spongy that makes Alek cry out.

Before long, two fingers become three and my cock aches to push inside .

“I’m ready. Be a good boy and give me your cock now,” Alek grunts.

A bolt of heat spears straight through me, that gruff tone causing me to jump into action.

Every time he uses that tone, I become a pliant, gooey mess, eager and willing to obey.

Pulling my fingers out, I position the tip of my bare cock at his entrance.

That’s something else we talked about as we left the wedding—Alek told me he wants me to take him bare.

“I don’t want anything between us anymore,” he admitted.

Since our STI tests had recently come back negative, I immediately and enthusiastically agreed.

We both grunt when the head of my cock breaches his entrance as I resist the urge to rock into him, the exquisite heat strangling my cockhead, my eyes locking onto the place where we’re slowly joining together.

My big guy looks good taking my cock.

“Feel good?” I ask.

He gives me a jerky nod. “Baby, the stretch of your cock feels amazing but…just go slow, okay?”

Reaching beneath him, I trace his nipple with the pad of my thumb and my other fingers graze underneath his sensitive cockhead.

It jerks, more precum oozing from the tip.

As I continue petting and stroking, his melting tension allows me to slip in another inch.

We continue in this pattern until our hips finally meet, and I let out a strangled choke as my eyes threaten to cross when his heat nearly strangles my dick.

“Fuccck,” Alek gasps. “Knew your cock would feel good inside me.”

My thrusts are tentative at first, slightly awkward until I find my rhythm. I groan every time he clenches around me, the tight pressure around my cock making my toes curl. Unable to help myself, I peer down in awed rapture as his hole swallows me. Gradually, I begin picking up speed.

“You fuck me so well,” Alek purrs. “It feels fucking perfect.”

“You are strong, resilient, and fucking perfect.”

It hits me then, what he’s doing. What he he’s been doing since the day I cracked myself open in the supply closet and bared all my vulnerable parts to him.

With every whispered praise, he’s been helping me drive out the voices inside my head that say I’m not good enough.

Finding subtle ways to drown out every shitty thing Evelyn ever said to me, every shitty thing I ever gave myself permission to believe.

He’s quietly kept the promise he made to her on the phone, going about it so subtly that I almost didn’t notice, did I?

Even now, while I’m fucking him, he’s doing what he can to keep those voices at bay.

“Every day he spends with me, I’m going to show him how worthy he is.

How absolutely, fucking perfect he is. I’m going to drill it into his head, and it’s going to drown out every shitty thing you’ve ever said to him.

I’m going to build back up the very thing you tried to break, until he sees for himself how strong and resilient he is. ”

Tears blur my vision, this knowledge threatening to steal my breath. This man…he makes it so easy to love him. And he deserves to know that, doesn’t he?

“Hey, Alek?” I gasp.

“Hmmm?”

“I heard you that night in the ambulance,” I confess, leaning down to pepper kisses along his neck as I continue rolling my hips in a slow, sensual grind.

The room smells like sex and lube, each slap of skin on skin creating obscene noises.

His own movements halt, his head snapping back to search my gaze.

I give him a reassuring smile because I don’t want him to be afraid of this moment. I know I’m not .

I just…wanted to make it perfect.

“I just want you to know…” I pause on a gasping inhale, both of us moaning as I snap my hips against his.

His leaking cock bounces, and I begin stroking it.

His mouth falls open again, and I know he’s getting close.

Through his glazed, pleasure-wrought expression, his eyes remain locked on me in something that looks like a mix of fear, longing, and hope.

“I love you, too,” I gasp. “You’re the love of my life and I never want to live another day without you.”

He makes a strangled noise that sounds suspiciously like a sob.

That warm feeling of intimacy, of being right where I belong, that blinding ray of happiness fills me until I’m brimming with it.

Since I’ve met Alek, he’s treated me like I’m something precious and irreplaceable, like I’m something he doesn’t want to lose.

One day, he just opened his arms and began effortlessly carving out a place for me in his life, never once making me beg for his attention or love.

He just…gave it to me freely. Like I deserved it just for being me.

I would be a damn fool not to hold onto that.

I slow the speed of my thrusts, pressing my lips against his ear as I move inside him.

Then I pour my soul out to him, taking his vulnerability and giving it back tenfold.

“You’re the light in my darkness, and I’m lost without you.

I see you too, Alek Cromwell, every jagged and scarred piece you try to hide.

I see it all, and there isn’t a part of you I don’t love. ”

Big, fat tears begin rolling down his cheeks even as his hips thrust back to meet mine.

Then he pushes himself up onto his knees, my chest plastered to his back as he reaches behind him to loop an arm around my neck.

He speaks around grunts and groans, his voice strained with pleasure.

“Thank fuck because…I love you so much, sometimes I think I’m going to combust, like I can’t contain it all.

One da y you just showed up and everything fell into place, and having you in my life feels right .

Sometimes it feels like we are becoming the same person, like there’s no Alek without Luke and—fuck it, will you marry me? ”

The word marry sets me off, my balls drawing up tight as pleasure ripples down my spine and bursts inside me like a dam.

I cry out, burying my face in his neck as my thrusts turn erratic and choppy before I spill inside him.

Alek gasps, his back practically bowing as he moans.

He comes with my hand still wrapped around his cock, some of his cum coating my fingers and some of it splattering onto his stomach.

I pull out and we collapse onto our stomachs with our legs intertwined, not caring that we’re coated in sweat and cum. My mind spins as I pant, the words playing on repeat in my head.

He wants to share his life with me.

“Did I ruin the moment?” Alek asks tentatively, turning his head to study me. His eyelashes flutter, and there’s a droopy sort of slur in his voice. “Shit, I should have been more romantic. Forget it. I’ll ask again later, and I’ll get it right—”

“Yes,” I say quickly, “I want to be your husband. No take backs.”

“Really?”

I snort. “Do bears shit in the woods?”

“Don’t be cheeky,” Alek growls, pinching my ass until I yelp and jerk away. “Now, I want to cuddle. Be a good boy and get your ass over here.”

I hum, scooting back towards him until our sides are plastered together where I lie facing him. “Alek?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think I can get Caleb to call me Step-Daddy? ”

Laughter rumbles from Alek’s chest, his body shaking with it. “I love it when you’re bratty.”

“I hope you still think so when we’re old and gray. You’ve got a whole lifetime of it ahead of you.”

The back of his knuckle caresses my cheek. “Wouldn’t want it any other way,” he admits quietly.

With our futures permanently intertwined, I can’t wait to see what life has in store for us. Regardless of what happens, I’m his , and he’s mine.