Page 24 of Staking His Claim
Beneath me, Fletcher roared, his cock thickening before it pulsed hard and relentless, his cum squeezing out the confines my pussy to splash his thighs, my ass, the leather chair which would no doubt be marked with our spend.
The arms binding me tight tattooed his frantic heartbeat against my back, our breaths rushing in and out to keep us alive as we caught our breaths. As he tasted my sweat and pasted more kisses on my face and held me like I was the most precious thing in his life. “I love you, Emily. God, I fucking adore you,” he rasped in my ear.
And my heart, barely settled from my shattering, galloped faster, and I turned in his arms—barely because Fletcher wasn’t inclined to loosen his hold on me—so I could look into his insanely hot face, into eyes that speared mine with hope and adoration and fierce intent to own me. “I love you too, Fletcher. So much it scares me.”
His chest heaved, held, then shook out, his eyes glinting suspiciously before he blinked and laughed with relief and delight. “Thank fuck. I wanted to give you time to get used to all this…craziness.” He waved a hand at the room. “But I was already failing, baby.” He grimaced. “Now that I have you, I’m not going to be great at holding back. We can discuss it if it’s going to be a problem or if you?—”
My fingers on his lips stopped him. The flare of heat in his eyes right before he snatched my fingers playfully between his teeth made me laugh. “It’s not going to be a problem.” Heat crept up my face at what I was about to confess to. “I like the craziness. It’s…hot.”
His cock stirred inside me. “Yeah?”
I nodded, tucked my face in his neck as he laughed again.
“In that case, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I was frowning when he reached back into the table’s compartment and set a blue velvet box on the surface with a distinct logo etched into it.
My heart lurched.
Oh shit oh shit oh shit.
“Fletcher.” I wasn’t sure whether it was a plea or a warning.
“I’ve had this for four months. Ever since you slipped me that note in court telling me to ask the witness whether he was colorblind. You blew the opponent’s case wide open with a simple clever observation. I knew you were exceptional before then. But I think I accepted I was hopelessly in love with you that day.”
The memory was etched starkly into my mind. “Really? Only you seemed so mad after. I thought I’d done something wrong.”
“I was shocked, losing my mind with wanting you and knowing I couldn’t have you just yet. I wanted to scream to the world how special you are, but I was forced to keep everything bottled up inside, so yeah, that fucking pissed me off, but I was never mad at you. The opposite.”
“God. Fletcher.”
“Watch it, baby. When you sigh my name like that, I can only think of having you make more of it.”
I smile. “Fletcher,” I repeated, infusing my voice with more breathlessness.
“Fuck. Come here.”
He caught me when I stumbled into his arms. Kissed the knuckle above where his ring would very soon permanently reside. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”
“I’m already yours.”
“Fuck yes you are.” He picked up the box, opened it, took out the drop-dead stunning diamond ring and looked into my eyes. “Marry me, Emily. Be mine for the lifetimes to come.”
“Yes. Absolutely, yes!”
8
Emily
We spent most of Saturday night doing more of the same and Sunday morning recovering. Well,Itried to recover.
Every time I stirred awake, I found Fletcher awake, head propped on one hand, watching me sleep. My query as to whether he’d slept was answered with a shrug, a heated stare and a, “I’m not tired. Can I fuck you again?”
My answer, of course, was alwaysyes, please.
The man had the stamina of a Greek god, a menu of sexual techniques that had me gasping and clinging on for dear life by the time he was done with me.
And so it went until I fell into a stupor mid-afternoon.
