Fall with Me (Playing for Keeps, #4)

by Becka Mack

“Nothing,” he rasps, working his cock and his thumb in and out of me. “Nothing in my life has appropriately prepared me for this.” “For what?” “The sight of you, ass up, pussy soaked, filled with me.” Fingertips bite into my hip, and he pounds into me harder, deeper, faster as I struggle to breathe, fireworks sparking low in my belly. “It’s doing something bad to me, honey.” “What?” “Makin’ my brain scream mine.”

Fuck, I’ve been so afraid. To let go, let someone in, give them that kind of power over me. The kind of power where you walk knowingly to the edge of the cliff, stare down at all the possibilities waiting below, a chance at a future, a home, or another person who changes their mind. Both scary, and yet you look over the edge, and something tells you to do it, to give it a chance, so you do. You take a deep breath, let go, and fall.

But I don’t want to fall alone. I want her to fall with me.

“I put these sheets on for me. Because now you have no reason to get out of this bed, and I get to spend the whole night with you right here.” I press my hand over her heart, feeling the way it dances and patters, just like mine. “The best thing I’ve ever gifted to myself is, by far, the way I feel with you in my arms.”

“I’ll wait, Jaxon. I don’t care how long. Because this? This is a once-in-a-lifetime feeling. You’re a once-in-a-lifetime find. I’m not walking away.”