“Probably as many times as I have.”
He groaned. “I never imagined you’d really choose me.”
His words would have broken my heart if I wasn’t so consumed by the feeling of him inside of me. “Miller…”
“My wife.” He kissed the side of my neck. “My heart.” He kissed between my breasts. “My home.” He kissed my chest where my heart was pounding. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” My fingers dug into his back. I was his. And I was pretty sure I would have always come to my senses and chosen him. He was my person.
He slammed into me harder.
God, I loved this man. He moved faster, a relentless pace that was making it hard to think about anything but him. Each thrust made me feel more like myself. Like he was piecing me back together again. I’d needed this so badly.
“I loved chasing you down the beach, Brooklyn.” His hand slid to my ass.
I moaned, the change of angle hitting me in all the right places.
“I would have chased you forever.”
“No need for chasing,” I said. “My heart was already yours. You knew it all along.” As much as I tried to fight it…I couldn’t. I’d loved Miller at that beach house. I’d always loved him.
His thumb brushed against my clit. “You really lost this challenge, because I’m going to make you come again before…”
“Hey! I don’t think so.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He groaned.
I lifted my hips, matching each thrust. “Please, Miller.”God.“I need you. I need this.”
He groaned again, his cock pulsing inside of me.
My fingers dug into his back as I clenched around him. I held his body to mine as I came, my toes curling into the sand.
We were both panting, our chests pressed together.
I grabbed his face so I could stare at him in the moonlight. All the good and bad had led me here. To this moment. And as hard as the bad times had been, I’d never change this moment for anything. I looked up at the stars. “We were written in the stars,” I whispered. “You and me.”
“The three of us,” he said, rolling us over so we could both look up at the starry sky.
I rested my head against his chest.The three of us.I smiled listening to his steady heartbeat. I was okay with being three.
Runaway - Chapter 53
6 Months Later - Saturday
I leaned against the doorjamb and watched Miller read Jacob a bedtime story, the smile on my face growing by the second.
“And the cow goes…”
“Moo!” Jacob said.
Miller smiled and turned the page of Jacob’s favorite book. “And the pig goes…
“Oink!”
“And the monster goes…”
“The monster?” Jacob sat up in bed and grabbed the top of the book to tilt it down. “Daddy that’s not a monster. That’s a duck.”
