Bared Souls - Ellie Wade Page 0,97

parents, and I love them. In their own way, they care for me too.

Leo’s family dynamic has remained the same. We visit once a year around Christmas—not on the actual day, but close to it. I told Leo I wouldn’t have the holiday ruined every year out of obligation. Cat, sometimes accompanied by Stephen or Leo’s mom, visits every few months, and we’ll go out for dinner and catch up. She’s definitely the glue that keeps the family connected.

When we aren’t volunteering or in school, we travel. Leo wants to show me the world, and I want to see it.

FORTY-SIX

Leo

I tap the tassels of Alma’s graduation cap that’s hanging from the headboard. Memories of her walking into the bedroom last night, wearing nothing but the cap, have me immediately hard again. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and she’s naked in my bed—our bed.

Leaning toward her, I kiss her bare shoulder. She smiles and releases a sleepy groan as my hand traces down her abdomen, stopping when I’ve reached my destination. I insert two fingers into her, and her pelvis rises from the bed to meet my hand. Pulling my fingers out, I rub them against her clit and apply pressure in slow strokes.

“Leo,” she breathes.

“Morning, baby.”

My hand increases speed as my fingers alternate between rubbing her sensitive ball of nerves and fingering the hell out of her. Her breaths deepen as she squirms and moans against the bed. I’m so hard, it’s painful.

Bending down, I take her peaked nipple into my mouth and suck.

“Oh, Leo,” she cries as her hips buck from the bed and her body starts to tremble.

Watching her come undone is my all-time favorite pastime.

My tongue flicks her nipple, and I kneel between her legs. Holding her knees back against the bed so she’s wide open and ready, I enter her slowly, watching every inch of me slide into her. The visual is better than anything I’ve seen in my life. I grunt, primal and fierce, while Alma whimpers at the pleasure, a satisfied hum escaping her lips, and then I pound into her.

Hard.

Fast.

So fucking good.

“Leo. Yes,” Alma yells, clawing at my forearms.

Her eyes roll back, and her chest arches from the bed. She loves this position, her legs spread wide. My thrusts are deep and punishing, bringing her an intense and brutal pleasure.

“Leo.” My name is a strangled scream coming from her mouth, and I know she’s about to explode.

I drive into her harder, chasing my own release, and when she breaks and cries out, I empty inside of her before falling to her chest, slick with sweat.

“Oh, babe.” She skims the tips of her fingers down my back. “That was an incredible wake-up call.”

“You liked it?” I kiss her collarbone.

“Mmhmm,” she hums, sated and happy.

“I wanted to warm you up.” I roll off to her side and prop my head up on my hand.

“For what?”

“I have an idea.” I cup her breast in my hand, twisting her nipple between my finger and thumb. I have a difficult time keeping my hands off of her. I want to touch and please her all day long.

“What’s that?” She leans forward and plants her lips against my jaw before licking down my neck.

“Let’s fly to Hawaii and get married this week, on the beach, just you and me.” I rub my hand up from her breast to her neck and then cup her face. “I want you to be my wife.”

She kisses the tip of my thumb against her lips. “I want that too. Let’s do it.”

“Really?” I ask, mildly shocked that she didn’t take more convincing.

“Yeah.” She chuckles. “I graduated, which I’d wanted to accomplish before marriage, but now, I’m ready. I don’t need a fancy wedding. I only need you.”

“How did I get so lucky?” I kiss her.

She extends a hand to find my length firm and ready. She strokes me a couple of times, and our kiss deepens. I roll back onto her and enter her again. This time, it’s slow and sensual. Our mouths never separate as we make love.

She’s worn my ring for three years, and finally, this week, I get to add the wedding band that I had designed to lock in with the engagement ring. I can’t wait to slide it onto her finger and make her truly mine forever.

It’s a perfect day for a wedding, as most days in Hawaii are. I rented a house with a private beach. An officiant and photographer are here. The former because