"I'm already yours." She reached up and ran her fingertips down his chest.
Gripping his cock in his fist, he bent over her, teasing the head of his length over her clit for a moment before positioning himself at her entrance and sliding inside. She was perfect, her body made just for him.
He stilled inside her as he kissed her passionately, letting his emotions show through his touch and kiss. He needed a moment to get control. His balls already ached for release and he hadn't even started to move yet. He had to get her off again before he found his own pleasure.
She was sensitive, and he had to give her time to recover before he dared use his fingers on her as he made love to her. He focused on her mouth, her neck, her ears, whispering things to her she'd heard a million times but he never tired of saying. His cock pulsed inside her and he gave in to his need and started to thrust gently in and out of her, teasing them both.
She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in deeper, working her body against his in a dance they'd perfected years ago. He lost himself in his feelings for her, forgetting everything but the pleasure she brought him. This was where he belonged. He picked up speed, thrusting harder, paying more attention to his angle, working to make sure she enjoyed this as much as he did. When she started to tighten around him, he moved a hand between them and gently stroked her clit, letting the movement of their bodies do most of the work. As aroused as she was, it didn't take long before she was coming undone beneath him, crying out his name, clenching his cock in her warmth.
"Becca," he managed to say before he also let go. He rode out the pleasure as her body pulled his orgasm from him. He filled her with his release, continuing to move through the pleasure until he could barely hold himself up any longer.
Spent, he eased down on her, trapping her body beneath his. He adjusted his weight so he didn't hurt her as he rested his head against her breasts and tried to catch his breath.
"I love you," she whispered to him.
"I love you." He smiled but didn't open his eyes. "I'm sorry it's not the wedding night I promised you."
She laughed. "I think you're more upset about it than I am. It's just a wedding. We'll have one when we can. It's not going to change how I feel about you. I have you right where I need you. I don't need a piece of paper telling me we belong to each other."
"I wish we hadn't put it off for so many years. I should have done this sooner." He eased off her body and rolled to her side.
"We can run down to a chapel on the strip right now if it's that important to you. But I'm content to wait until our friends can all be with us, and we don't have team business on our minds." She rolled to face him. "We'll plan another trip or find a church back home when things are safe again."
He kissed her and pulled her tight against him. "You're amazing."
She laughed. "I know. That's why you're marrying me." She brushed a kiss over his lips. "Now let me go use the bathroom and turn off the lights. We both need sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day."
As he let her go and watched her naked ass as she walked to the bathroom, he didn't think about tomorrow. Instead, he thought about a day in the not-too-distant future when all the craziness was behind them and they could spend the days in bed together growing old.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Bryon glanced at the clock and sighed. He'd only been asleep for a few hours. It was just after six in the morning, and the sun was just starting to shine through the break in the curtains. Beside him, Becca slept peacefully. He stared at her for a few moments, taking in her beauty as he wondered how he had got so lucky. She'd put up with so much from him and the team over the years and never complained.
Resisting the urge to wake her so he could make love to her, he quietly climbed out of bed and dressed. The sooner he got working on things, the sooner they could head back home and get back to normal.
As he made his way out of the room and down the hall, he saw a faint light from the kitchen. He figured one of the guys was awake still, but as he stepped inside the room, he paused in surprise as he saw Geo looking in the fridge.
Geo gasped and slammed the fridge shut. "I'm sorry."
Bryon smiled. "For what? If you're hungry, eat. I'm not sure what Becca's got in there, but if you see something you want, eat it. That's what it's there for." He flipped on the main light on. "I'm just going to make some coffee. Don't mind me." He hated how terrified the boy looked at being caught and figured the best way to calm him was not to react at all. "Couldn't sleep?"
Geo stood still, just staring at him.
Bryon nodded to the coffee pot. "Do you drink coffee? I'm making enough for everyone. The others will start getting up soon."
Geo shook his head. "You're not mad?"
Bryon shook his head as he poured water into the coffee maker, ignoring the one-cup machine beside it. One cup would never be enough, and the others would want it hot and ready when they got up. "Should I be? Did you do something you shouldn't?"
Geo shook his head. "I just thought you'd be mad if I stole food."
"Didn't we tell you to make yourself at home?" Bryon found a coffee mug in the cupboard and set it on the counter as he waited. "If you'd eaten a dozen cookies and left none for anyone else, Becca might bitch, but more because it was sweets and not something healthy. She's always nagging me to eat healthy when all I want are sweets." Bryon grinned. "If there's something you want, eat it. You're old enough to make your own meals if you want something. I'm going to get my coffee and grab one of those cookies and head out on the patio to watch the sunrise if you'd like to join me."
Geo looked unsure.
Giving the boy time to decide, Bryon turned to the tub of cookies and pulled one out. He set it on a napkin, then continued to wait for the coffee.
"What about rules?" Geo finally asked.
