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Chapter 41

Ford

I leave my jeans behind to strut through the living room and get the small box.

Roscoe tilts his head, but I know it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.

Nerves get the best of me, dropping my throbbing cock to half mast.

I hope I don’t fuck everything up by doing this. This has every chance of blowing up in my face.

Swinging through the kitchen, I grab what I need, then return to the bedroom.

She’s so damn perfect, sitting there completely naked and stretched out in the bed waiting for me.

Her full lips purse then drift into a smile when I extend my palm offering her the simple cardboard with a bow.

Please don’t take this the wrong way.

Anxiously, I watch her tug on the short end of the ribbon and pull it loose.

When she lifts the lid off, her mouth falls into a frown.

“Ford?” Her voice is shaky as she reaches inside. “Handcuffs?”

Don’t screw this up.

I fall to my knees in front of her, hoping I don’t muddle this too badly.

“Remember how you asked me to erase every memory? Replace them with good ones?” I have to focus not to squeeze her thighs too hard.

Her slow nod means she hasn’t shut down completely.

“There’s a button release on those. They’re made so you can open them any time you want.” I tilt the wide edge in her grasp and push it, popping the clasp free. “See?”

I meet her worried gaze. “I love you, April. I’d never hurt you. Trust me enough that I can give you a memory so impossible to forget, that every time you see the scars on your wrist, you’ll think of me.”

I take a long inhale and hold it, terrified to breathe as I wait for her answer.

Every emotion crashes over her delicate features.

I can see the flicker of fear, pain, and even the tinge of panic.

But she nods.

“I do trust you, Ford.” She offers the cuffs, and slides herself closer to the headboard.

Raising her wrists above her head, I can see the shudder work through her.

I can’t fuck this up.

The ratcheting sound as I tighten the first one around her fills the silence.

Moving to the other side, I pull her palm to my lips before fastening it in place.

“Show me you can get out.” Taking a step back, I want her to know she’s really the one in control.

She fumbles with her right hand before finding the release, popping herself loose.

“Good girl.” I can see her visibly relax before securing her arm again.

“Now for the fun part.” I had a tie stashed in the bedside drawer for today, hoping she’d let me get this far. “If it gets to be too much, either let yourself out, or tell me to stop, okay?”

Her chin drops, but her amber eyes swell until they’re covered by the silky fabric.

“Can you see?”

“No.” Her answer trembles.

I’m pushing her to her limits.

She has helped me learn to love again. She deserves to have her monsters vanquished.

I’ll slay them all, one by one.

“I’m going to share some of my present with you.” Picking up the chocolate, I let a dollop fall onto her tight nipple before closing my lips over her.

She gasps and arches her back making the cuffs rattle against the headboard.

“I don’t want you to see a single inch of your skin without knowing I’ve kissed it.” My mouth moves across her chest, along her ribs, and down her flank.

Settling between her thighs, I pause to dig out one of the ice cubes I brought from the kitchen.

Pinching it between my fingers, I let a single droplet form and fall onto her taut clit.

“Oh!” she cries out, her knees spasming to close on me.

The heat of my tongue chases it, and her whimper becomes a soft moan.

But then I pull away to touch the melting ice to her scorching skin again.

Her head thrashes on the pillow and her hips buck.

So I lick her again.

“Fuck, Ford,” she pants.

When the cube is small enough, I pop it into my mouth, then wrap my arms around her legs.

Spreading her, and holding her.

I want to push her to the edge.

Clasping my lips around her, I relentlessly work her until she’s screaming, poised on only her heels and shoulders, until the climax rockets through her.

She’s frozen, quaking with the waves of ecstasy rolling until she collapses onto the sheets.

While she lies panting, I move to her side. There’s one more piece to this gift, and I slide it out of the drawer.

“April?” I look at her hopefully, knowing she can’t see me.

“Mmm?” Her breathing slows as I push the blindfold up from her eyes.

I can’t meet her gaze. “I’m far from perfect. But I had an angel come to me in a dream and tell me that even broken pieces can make a beautiful mosaic.” I push open the tiny box in my hand, and pull out my grandmother’s ring as my heart races in my ears. “I want to bury your demons under the weight of my undying love for you. Will you share a lifetime of memories with me?”

When I finally look at her, tears stream down her cheeks as her hands pop free.

Her palms clasp my jaw and she crawls onto my lap. “Yes, Ford. So many times over. I want to keep you forever.” She peppers me with hot kisses, each one lasting longer than the previous.

Until she doesn’t pull away, but locks our mouths in a burning battle.

Her hips shift, straddling mine, and she lowers her scalding pussy over my aching cock.

Slowly, in short bouncing rolls of her pelvis, she sinks me into her.

Each time always feels like the first.

Heaven.

With a moan she grinds against me, churning the need I’ve kept at bay all day into a throbbing urgency.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as I grasp her waist, guiding her to drive me in harder…deeper.

When she tips her chin to the sky, I know she’s getting close.

I’m barely clinging to the edge, so close to losing the tenuous control I’ve managed to hold onto all day.

Yet I don’t want this to end.

Like a phoenix she’s risen from the ashes of the past, and I want to see her blossom into the remarkable force of nature I know she is.

Leaning back, I let her set the rhythm, lost in the awe of watching her completely give in to the sensations.

Faster her thighs melt us together until I can feel the raging spring within me coil tighter.

She cups my neck, bringing our foreheads together as a low pitched rumble builds in my chest.

Her eyes are unfocused with the flush of red sprinting up her arching neck.

God, I’m so fucking close.

“Come with me,” she cries as her legs spasm into a frantic pace and her pussy begins to constrict around my length with shattering pulses.

I can’t breathe. She’s ripped the air from my lungs to erupt out of my spurting cock, deep against the blossom of her womb.

She falls against me limply, her hot exhales scalding down my heaving chest.

“You know—” She takes a moment to pant some more. “—I loved you before I knew about your jewelry.” She turns to rest her cheek in the hollow of my throat. “But damn are they fun.” Raising her head, she gives me a broad grin before wrapping her arms around my neck until our noses touch.

“I’d do it again, just to see you come that hard.” I hug her waist, then fall back, too weak to stay sitting up.

“Oww.” She jerks forward with me.

Then I feel it. A tug on the end of my dick.

Her eyebrows knot as her hands land on either side of my head.

When she tries to raise her hips, I feel the pull again.

Her face pales. “Um, Ford? I think you’re stuck.”

I awkwardly laugh. “And to think five seconds ago you loved them.”

One corner of her lips raises before they thin.

And she sets her jaw, then raises her pelvis quickly, slipping me out of her.

There’s a small tinge of pink on the tip of my cock, and a dangly from the first barbell.

“You’re shitting me.” Her amber eyes widen until they’re golden orbs in the bright light.

She dives her fingers into her pussy and her mouth makes a perfect “O”.

I try to untangle the funky plastic thing that has wrapped around my piercing. “What is this?”

She takes a deep breath, then plucks it out of my fingers. “My birth control implant.”