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“I believe you, baby. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Sixteen: I Licked It So It’s Mine
Eris
Involving my brothers was something that made me nervous, but I knew they were the only ones I could trust. My girl wanted to try the mask thing, so I was determined to give her an experience she wouldn’t forget, and I have to admit... it was fucking hot.
I don’t believe I could share her, but games like this? The ones where I let someone I trust tease and rile her up for me before I’m the one who gives her release? Yeah,thisI can do.
As we say goodbye to my brothers after a few hours of hanging out, I notice I’mclinging to her a little tighter than usual. To be fair, that’s saying a lot since I’m always all over her, but as much as I loved our fun tonight, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel possession pumping through my veins. We barely make it to her car before I’m dragging her into the backseat for round two, and after I fill her up one more time, I feel myself calm.
I just need the reminder that she’s mine. Fuck that, I need to know thatsheknows she’s mine, and I need it to be official.
I don’t say anything on the matter until we’re home and showered, but once she’s laying on the bed looking painfully beautiful, I can’t swallow these words anymore.
Somehow I know she’s ready to hear them.
“Was tonight okay, sweetheart? Was there anything that made you uncomfortable?”
“Heart attacks are generally uncomfortable, but other than that, nope. It was hot. I just immediately felt terrible when I thought someone else was inside me.”
She looks over at me and smiles softly, and I know right then I’m enough for her. “You think anyone else could fuck you that good? Nah. Not even those duplicates.”
“Nope. That’s why you live with me and they went home alone,” she laughs. “Thank you for that, though. It’s definitely something I’ll remember until the day I die.”
“Me too,” I admit, nuzzling into her so she can rub my hair in the way I love. I don’t care how it looks, I’m forever soft for this woman. “Is it okay that I’m in love with you?”
I practically hold my breath as I wait for her to absorb that, the fear of her running in a completely different way so overwhelming my arms tighten around her so she can’t even attempt to move.
“Eh, I guess,” she says, but her tone is teasing as she curls into me a little more. “Is it okay that I think I feel the same?”
Nodding, I lean into her boobs and motorboat the hell out of them in retaliation. Her little “eh” scared the shit out of me for a second. “You better.” I move to climb on top of her even more, so she’s pinned under me with her arms above her head. “Now say I’m your boyfriend or you’re never getting out of here.”
That’s not how I meant to ask, but it’s too late to take the words back.
“Boyfriend?” she repeats. “I wash your dirty underwear and you live in my house. I think that practically makes you my husband.”
“Nah, you’re not taking that proposal from me, woman. Say it,” I growl, leaning in a little closer. “Say you’re my girlfriend so we’re one step closer to making you my wife.”
She lets out a little breath that I swear could go either way, then nods. “Yeah, Eris. I’m your girlfriend. The word just doesn’t quite seem strong enough.”
I know exactly what she means. Girlfriend and boyfriend sounds like there aren’t any foundations yet, and we’ve been laying that down brick by brick every day since we met. She’s so much more than my girlfriend, but I’ll be damned if I don’t give her the experience of every stage with me. We have all the time in the world. “I know, baby. We’re so much more. You’re my person.”
Humming, she leans in to kiss me and closes her eyes. “Yeah, that sounds about right. I don’t think I’ve ever felt thisconnected to someone, or this... at peace. Thank you.”
Her words settle in my chest and make me smile as I press my forehead to hers. It isn’t a new one, but when I ask my next question, I’m looking for a much different answer than ever before. “Are you gonna run?”
“Who, me?” she asks, reaching up to touch my cheek. “Only when you ask me to. I’m not going anywhere, Eris. You’re stuck with me.”
“Thank fuck for that.” This time when I catch her in a kiss, I don’t feel any of the insecurities I had before. She’s mine now, and there isn’t anything in the world that I’d ever choose over her. “So damn happy you downloaded Tinder for me.”
“Yeah, me too. I was dangerously close to throwing my phone out the window when we finally matched, but the slog of assholes was worth it. I won the jackpot in the end.”
“You really did,” I tease. “I bet you were just waiting to find out what was wrong with me, huh? Jokes on you, I’m perfect.”
Rowyn shakes her head gently, brushing her nose against mine. “You’re not perfect and neither am I, and that’s the beauty ofit. I already know that and I love you anyway.”
“Good,” I mumble against her lips. “I love all of you too. Even your funky baby toe.”
