in the house. I was in love with it, and when I told him so, he’d taken my hand and led me inside, stripping me so slowly that, by the time I was finally naked, I was about to come out of my skin. He’d braced my hands on the marble vanity between the two vessel sinks and proceeded to fuck me right in front of the mirror so we could—in his words—have the best view.
His arms were snaked around my front, one large hand toying with my nipple while the other was between my legs, toying with my clit.
“You love my cock, sunshine?” he groaned, burying his face in my neck so he could suck and nip at the sensitive skin below my ear.
“Yeah, Jens,” I panted, the pressure growing deep in my belly, making it hard to focus. “I love it. Missed it so much.”
He tweaked my nipple at the same time he pinched my clit and ground into me. “It missed you too, baby.”
“Shit, Jensen,” I gasped, “I’m close, honey. So close.”
“I can feel it,” he growled into my ear. “Christ, your pussy feels incredible. Give it to me, sunshine. Let me hear it.”
I went off like a grenade, crying out and shouting his name as every inch of my skin broke out in goosebumps, the pleasure so intense, so mind-altering that it felt like pins and needles all over my body.
Four thrusts later, Jensen buried himself deep and groaned into my hair as he came, his hot spurts coating my sensitive walls.
“Fuck,” he grunted several seconds later. “I love you so goddamn much, sunshine.”
I smiled languidly at my reflection. “I love you too.”
Once we were able to move again, we cleaned up, threw on some pajamas, shut the lights off, and climbed into Jensen’s big, cozy bed.
“I like your place,” I said quietly once we were situated in bed, with me on my side, his chest to my back, one strong arm banded around my waist and our legs tangled together. “It’s nice, bunny. You just need to get more furniture.”
“Been waiting on doing that.”
“You’ve been here a while now. What have you been waiting on?”
“You,” he answered simply, and at that declaration, all the air whooshed from my lungs.
“W-what?”
“I’ve been waiting on you. I bought this house for you and Brant, hopin’ that one day you’d give me another chance. Didn’t want to fill it up with a bunch of stuff that might not be your style, so I waited.
Holy shit. I wiggled in his hold, giving him no choice but to loosen his grip so I could flip around to face him. “You—I—that’s . . . you bought a house for us?”
He gave me a squeeze, pulling me closer so there was no space between our bodies. “We might have been apart for years, Shane, but every decision I’ve made in that time was made with thought to the possibility I’d hopefully win you back one day.”
“That’s—I—” My eyes began to sting. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” I said with a sniffle. “And I love it. I love that you did this for us. There’s just one problem.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“All my stuff is crap, and I can’t really afford to buy a bunch of new furniture.”
“You might not have gotten this yet, but when you took me back and told me you loved me, that was it. Lived five years without you Shane. Doing that again isn’t a possibility. There is no me without you. One day in the very near future, you’re gonna have my ring on your finger, then—after however long it takes for you to plan the wedding you want—you’ll have my last name. What’s mine is yours, baby, and what’s yours is mine. I want you to go wild. Fill this place up with anything and everything you like.”
I placed my palm on his chest and pressed, soaking in his warmth. “I know your business is doing well, honey, but I’m not sure it’s doing well enough for me to ‘go wild’.”
“I’ve only touched that trust my grandfather set up for two things. Even with what my father stole from you, there’s still more in there than I’d ever be able to spend in a lifetime.”
“Wait . . . two things? I know you used it to make deposits in that account for me and Brantley, but what else did you use it for?”
“Paid the medical bills of the guy I put in the hospital and covered all