Page 44 of The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)

“Another year closer to the rest of our lives together.”

“Ash...”

“I know. No rush, right?” I touched my head to hers.

“We have time.” Mya brushed her lips over mine and I was a goner.

There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this girl. If she wanted time, I’d give it to her.

So long as she knew she was my forever.

“God, Asher, it’s—”

“Fuck, babe, I know.” I thrust up inside Mya again, curling my hand around her hip, encouraging her to ride me harder… Faster… Deeper.

“You feel incredible.” Leaning up on my elbows, I took one of her perfect tits in my hand and flicked my tongue over the dusky bud. Mya cried out, throwing her head back as I sucked and laved, teasing her sensitive skin with my teeth.

I wanted to mark her, to brand her permanently as mine. I’d never been a possessive asshole, at least not like Jason... until Mya came along.

I couldn’t explain my need to possess and consume her. I wanted her tied to me in every way possible.

Heart, mind, body, and soul.

I guess you could say I was a lot to handle. But Mya loved me. She loved our life together. And we openly talked about the future.

“Fuck.” She ground her hips slower, rocking in tortuous circles, making my body tremble with pleasure. “Fuuuuck.”

Mya smirked, aware of the power she held over me. I’d gladly handed over my balls to her when I’d chosen Temple—chosen her—over my place at Pittsburgh. But I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

When you’d grown up under the stifling expectations of my father, having something—someone—to call your own, to love and cherish and worship... well, it was a rare thing of beauty.

Need burned through me and I flipped Mya onto her back, slamming inside her, so deep she cried my name. Threading our fingers together, I pressed our hands beside her head as I pulled out and rocked back in, over and over, driving us to the point of sweet ecstasy.

“I’m close.” She raked her fingers down my spine, moaning into my ear as I trailed hot wet kisses down her throat.

A familiar tingling started at the bottom of my spine just as Mya pulled me deeper into her body, locking her legs around my hips and shuddering around me.

I kissed her deeply as I fucked her into complete submission.

Nothing... nothing would ever feel as good as this.

Except maybe our wedding night.

Or the day I watched her birth our kids into the world.

Okay, so I was a little more than ahead of the game. But I was a Bennet. I had a game plan. One that included me and Mya and a happily-ever-after.

Mya

Sunlight framed

Asher’s face, making him look angelic. Although the way he’d loved my body last night was nothing short of sinful. A shiver ran through me just thinking about how he’d flipped me onto my back and fucked me as if it was the last time he would ever get to be inside me.

I let my fingers linger on his chest, tracing his cut abs, loving how warm his skin was. Sometimes it was hard to believe this was my life. I was halfway through my bachelor's in social work and living in an amazing building with my boyfriend. It was a far cry from life in Fallowfield Heights. But I’d earned it. I’d made sacrifices and worked my ass off to get here.

Asher, and all that came with being his girlfriend, was just the icing on the cake.

“You should probably move a little lower.” His voice was thick with sleep.