Page 158 of The Harder You Fall (Rixon Raiders 3)

Her eyes widened and I chuckled. “Don’t worry we’re not making you a grandma... yet.” I winked at her, but Mya’s elbow caught me in the ribs.

“I am so sorry Mrs.... Julia. You know how he gets when he’s excited about something. But you don’t need to worry. We plan on going to college before any of that happens.”

“We’ll see,” I grumbled, wrapping myself around her and kissing her neck. I knew people would think we were too young, too irresponsible to know what we wanted in life. But I’d been looking out for myself, craving love and attention, for as long as I could remember.

And now I’d found it?

I didn’t plan on ever letting it go.

“Now there’s a sight for sore eyes,” I said gruffly at the sight of Mya standing there in nothing but my Raiders jersey and her black lace panties.

After spending the afternoon with my mom, I’d persuaded her to come home with me. We’d ordered in and gone down to the home theater room to watch a movie. It was nice. Normal.

It was a slice of heaven in the living hell we’d been through the last few weeks.

Now we were upstairs, ready to sleep. But I hadn’t expected her to come out of the bathroom wearing my jersey.

“I thought you’d like it.” She toyed with the hem of the material, flashing me her smooth caramel thighs.

I pushed up on one elbow, letting my eyes rake over her. She was so beautiful, and every inch of her was mine.

Would be for a very long time if I had anything to say about it.

“I thought we were going to sleep?” I said, tracking her movements as she approached the bed.

“We are.” Mya smiled coyly, longing glittering in her eyes.

I swung my leg over the bed and curved my hand around her waist, drawing her closer, letting her settle between my legs. “Thank you for today. I know it wasn’t easy.”

She gazed down at me. “I’m glad I went. I think, in a way, I needed to see her. I needed to know she didn’t blame me.”

“No one blames you, Mya. Not even my old man.” Her brow rose at that. “He’ll come around.” And if he didn’t, it didn’t matter. He’d cut me loose from my Bennet empire obligations and stepped up to take care of Mom.

If I never spoke to him again, we were even, and I could live with that.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “I don’t need his approval.”

“That’s my girl.” I curled a hand into the hem of the jersey and pushed it up her body so I could kiss her navel.

“Ash...” she breathed, letting her fingers play with my hair.

“I don’t think I want to sleep anymore.” It was late and we had school tomorrow but all I could think about now was being buried deep inside her.

“We really should—”

“Ssh.” I kissed her stomach again, swirling my tongue around her belly button. “I can be quick.”

“Not too quick I hope.” She pulled my hair, demanding my eyes.

I smirked at her sass. “Don’t ever change, Mya. Not for me. Not for anyone.” My hands slid down her back to palm her ass, guiding her down into me. Mya kneeled either side of me, lowering herself down slowly. I imagined her naked, taking my rock-hard dick inside her.

“Fuck,” I rasped as she wiggled against me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. “Not enough,” I whispered, my lips finding the hollow of her neck as I gathered her wild curls in one hand and pressed her closer. I wanted to taste every inch of her, devour her. I wanted to brand her with kisses and imprint myself on her soul.

I wanted to bind us in every way possible.

But something told me Mya would rip me a new one if I got down on one knee and spontaneously proposed. So for now, I settled for kissing her. For letting my hands wander beneath my jersey, tracing letters of love on her skin.

“What do you want, Mya?” I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Tell me what you want.”