Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 118459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
I slip out the door and down the hallway then open the door to Crew’s room. I haven’t slept in here yet. It’s not that I’ve been against it like I was before, but we’ve been home so infrequently. And the nights that we have, Crew’s come in and fallen asleep while I’ve been caring for Ever and I don’t want to wake him. Or Ever has wanted me to lay with her because of her nightmares.
He’s lying on top of his sheets, his eyes closed. A white T-shirt is stretched over his torso, hinting of the lines of his chiseled stomach. He has on dark blue boxer briefs, the color of his eyes when he’s worked up. I could just stand and watch him like this forever. He seems so peaceful, so carefree, which are two things he isn’t in his real life very much. I wish I could give him those things every day.
Maybe, when this is behind us, I can.
I close the door, lock it behind me, then pad to the bed and slip in next to him. He rolls immediately to face me, his blue eyes popping open and seeing into my soul. We gaze at each other’s exhausted, familiar faces and appreciate the peace in the air.
He grins a sleepy, lazy grin. “I’ve been waiting on you.” He rolls on top of me, spreading my legs with his knee. He bends down and almost kisses me. His lips hover over mine, his eyes boring into mine.
“I love you,” I whisper, my heart as full as it’s ever been. I love this man so much, differently than I’ve ever loved anyone else. Crew has always the yin to my yang, the black to my white. His weaknesses are my strengths and he’s strong where I’m not.
We complete each other.
He moves and I see his skin on his left forearm is red and angry. I turn it over to see a dream catcher inked between his elbow and wrist. In the center is a “J” and sitting above it are the words “FOR EVER.”
“Crew . . .”
He doesn’t say anything, just gives me a shy smile that melts me.
“Make love to me, Crew,” I whisper.
He pulls my shirt up, leaving it bunch under my chin. His face is full of tenderness, reverence. He kisses me gently, his full lips pressing softly against mine.
With one hand, he pushes my panties off and then his own boxers. He settles in between my legs again and I feel his hardness resting at my opening.
“I love you,” I say, watching a wave of emotions rip through his eyes as the words pour over him. “I mean it, Crew. I love you. Every single piece of you.”
His grin is lopsided as he blushes with the compliment. I raise and kiss him, taking the pressure off of him to respond.
“I love you,” he whispers after I pull back. He brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “I always have.”
“I have a confession to make,” I whisper.
“Confessions make me nervous.”
I laugh and touch his cheek. “Remember when you asked what you were to me?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re my everything,” I say breathlessly.
A feeling of being wrapped up in a fleece blanket winds itself around my heart. In his eyes, I see his acceptance of my words. I see the forgiveness for how I’ve treated him in the past and the promise of a future. Most importantly, I see my love reflected back.
He pushes inside me, stretching me with his size. I’m wet for him, ready to give myself to him. I know this quiets him, centers him. It always has. I know he needs this from me and I’m more than willing to give it to him.
I need it, too.
“I’ve waited for this all day,” he says, rocking in and out of me. I wrap my legs around him, aching for all the connection I can get. “I’ve waited for this for years.”
I smile at the look on his face, one that I’m sure I’m the only one that’s ever seen. I’m not a fool to think I’m the only one Crew’s been with, but I do believe I’m the only one that he’s ever loved.
He kisses me again, the sensuousness erasing all thoughts but his lips and body from my mind. My thoughts go blank, absorbed in the sensations given to me by the man I love. His tongue works against mine, his length stroking me, lighting me up from the inside out. His hands are all over me, carefully, slowly, worshipping me in his way.
I tighten myself around him, squeezing his cock. He groans against my mouth, the rawness of it quickening my orgasm threefold. He increases his tempo, drawing himself out just enough to touch my clit at the top. It’s the most overwhelming, blissful feeling, and I close my eyes and just enjoy the moment of being in his arms and away from the world.