let go of. My jewelry, clothes, shoes. I kept everything my past lovers gave me, Lawson.”
Silence fell in the room. Then he replied, “I’d never tell you to get rid of your things. They’re yours.”
I glanced at him, trying to read his closed-off expression. “But you would rather I don’t keep them.”
“No, not that. It kills me that I’m not able to provide for you the way they did.”
I slipped the bow I had in my hands onto a branch, not caring if it hung right, and turned to Lawson. “They may have given me stuff, but you’ve given me what’s truly important. Your heart.” My eyes misted over. “Nobody’s ever given me that before.”
“I can’t imagine why. You’re wonderful. Caring and funny. And naughty for bringing in hens when you’re not supposed to. So maybe you are a bit of trouble, but I love that kind of trouble.”
I threw myself at him, and he caught me, lips fastening over mine. He stepped back, tripped over a box, and lost his balance. We went tumbling onto the sofa, his lips still on mine as we kissed each other hungrily.
Lawson wrestled us up to a sitting position, and I straddled him, all while our lips locked. Taking his face in my hands, I deepened the kiss, tongue swirling into his mouth.
The need burned so badly inside me tears slipped from beneath my eyelashes. This feeling was so familiar. It was the way I got with my things. No one should touch it. No one but me. It was all mine. He was mine. He was the one man who made me willing to risk everything. Lovers had always walked away. But he would stay. I just knew it. His kisses promised me. His touches owned me.
He groped at the little table beside the couch, his hand grappling inside the drawer until he found what he was looking for.
“Need you now,” he groaned against my lips.
“Please, Daddy” I writhed on his lap. “Please love me.”
“I do. Baby, I do so much.”
His hand went under my skirt as his lips fastened on my neck. Then his fingers found my hole and gently pushed inside me. I closed my eyes and whimpered as he slicked me up and stretched me.
I unzipped Lawson’s pants and freed his cock. “So big,” I murmured, running my thumb over the head to collect his precum and rubbing it over his dick.
“Love the way you make me fuck you with every single inch.” He squirted lube into my hand. “Show me how much you want me inside you. Take it all, baby.”
My hand trembled as I made him all slick and slippery. Then I held him poised at my hole.
“Fuck!” he growled as I slid down him slowly. “God, baby. You’re killing me.”
“But you’d die for this, wouldn’t you, Daddy?” I moaned, fully seated on him. “You couldn’t live without this, could you?”
“It’s crazy how the world makes sense when I’m inside you.”
He held the string of my thong to one side as I slid up and down his cock, my heels punishing the upholstery of the couch. I rode him hard and fast, my ass smacking into his pelvis. Every delicious inch of his cock pushed against the tight muscles that tried to keep him out.
It was magic. The sort only two men in love could recreate. It wasn’t just sex that bound us together. It was also the love that welded our hearts, making them two perfect halves of a whole, even without the same beat. Because it didn’t matter how they beat. Only that they did. To the rhythm of the song of our love.
When his hips pumped upward frantically, my eyes flew open. I didn’t want to miss the moment he came apart. He thought I was beautiful? If he only could see him the way I did— face contorted, eyes filled with torture of the sweetest kind, lips parted on puffs of breaths I wished I could take into my own lungs and make mine.
I wanted all of him.
I collapsed on top of him, my legs on either side of his. I hadn’t come, but lying here, reveling in the soft rocking motion of his chest taking in air, was bliss. It was enough.
“Opie,” he murmured.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“I know you joked about this before, but do you want to?” He took my hand and squirted lube into it. “You haven’t come yet.”
I stared up at him. “You’d let me? I’ve never.”
“Neither have I.”
I bit my