Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“I love you too.” She bites her lip as she fights a smile and leans in to my touch.
“I will give everything up if you just say the word. I never wanted Josh to have the company, but I don’t want it either if it means you won’t be by my side.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I wrap my arms around to make sure and I look into her eyes. “Never?”
“Never.”
“Marry me.”
She stiffens in shock for half a second before she beams up at me. “Are you kidding me?”
“I’m not asking, I’m demanding. Love me forever, Brooklyn. Marry me and be mine.”
“Yes.”
She doesn’t get the word out fully before I’ve swept her up in my arms. I kiss her and she laughs as I spin her around.
The sharp sound of a throat clearing has me coming back to reality. I stop and stare at where Brooklyn’s father is standing next to Victoria and Charlotte, and they’re staring at us like we’re wild animals.
When I spoke with Brooklyn’s father, I told him my intentions of marrying his daughter. And while he was nice enough, the disinterest in his eyes made me realize that although I was trying my best, none of them would ever do the same for my Brooklyn. They don’t deserve her light or her kindness.
“I’m assuming Josh was an invited guest by one of you two?” I nod towards Victoria and Charlotte. They don’t deny it, so I nod, not needing confirmation. “I see how the news spread so quickly then.” I pull Brooklyn into my side as I look down at her and then back at the family that took her for granted. “You have all missed an opportunity in your life that you’ll never get back.”
Without another word I take my love with me and we leave the mansion just as more guests arrive.
My driver is ready by the car and opens the door as soon as he sees us. I carefully help Brooklyn into the back before I tell him to take us home and enclose us in the back.
“What did you mean back there?” she asks softly as I pull her into my lap.
“The part about loving you?” Her cheeks blush, and I lean in and kiss them.
“No, about them missing an opportunity?”
I stare at her and then cup her face in both my hands. “How do you not see how perfect you are?” I kiss her softly before I rest my forehead to hers. “They’ve missed an opportunity to have your light around them, Buttercup. They’ve missed the chance of a lifetime to be in your presence. You’re never going back to that house again, and you won’t be their punching bag. You are too fucking precious and they have no idea what they’ve squandered by letting you go.”
“Dash,” she whispers, and I slide my hands down her body.
“I will never allow anyone or anything to come between us.” I shove her dress up and her bare thighs spread on either side of mine. “Even now I want to go back and tear that house down brick by brick.”
“I love you, Dash.” She rocks her hips closer to where I need her most and I groan.
I reach between us and free my cock as I lift her up and slide her wet heat onto me. “Fuck, I love you too.” I groan again when the tip of my cock finds her hot entrance. “I need you.”
She hisses as I thrust in balls deep, and I kiss her to swallow her cries. My tongue moves against hers and my cock swells inside of her sheath. She’s so fucking tight that I have to wait a second for her to adjust to my size. Even after all the times we made love, she’s still gripping me like it’s the first.
“Goddamn,” I growl as I try to control myself. She’s clenching around me and rocking her hips, but I still haven’t caught my breath. “Slow down.”
She whines and, fuck, that makes it worse. I’m too on edge after that confrontation and I can’t hold out for her if she keeps doing that with her pussy.
Rocking her hips again, I bury my face in her neck and try to take a breath. She’s too hot, too tight, too fucking sweet. With one last clench of her pussy, I grunt out my orgasm into her and I feel her body tremble with desire. I reach between us and rub her clit as I hold her still and that’s all it takes to send her over the edge with me.
Is this what love is like? The inability to hold back and the raw need just on the surface waiting to take a breath? With Brooklyn in my arms I don’t know what else there’s left for me beyond this moment, but I want all of it with her by my side.