I could feel emotion welling in my eyes, but I pushed it back, no longer allowing emotion to dominate my time with her, not when it was so precious.
I lost my mind buried inside Maddy. She was every dream come true I’d never thought was possible, and I couldn’t fuck it up. I couldn’t let her walk another minute of this life without telling her that, but I’d never done this before. Never had to make a relationship work, and for the first time, I wanted one to. I clutched at her soft hips, too eager to feel her again—to know this connection was as real and alive between us as I thought it was. I needed to feel her, see her, touch her in every way. I spun her in my arms, hitched her legs up over my hips and forced her to straddle me as I stood, planting her against the wall and impaling her on my cock again. “So fucking beautiful.”
My hands dug into her hair. “Your eyes, your skin, your heart, so perfect, it was made for me.”
Her head was tucked into my shoulder, so I couldn’t see her, but I could feel her. Everywhere. With her nails digging into the skin of my shoulders, I buried myself, chasing happiness with her I didn’t know was mine to have. “You’re mine. Do you hear me?” I pulled her chin up to meet my gaze. “Whatever happens. You. And. Me.”
My orgasm burned low at my spine when her legs began to shake and her nails dug fiery scratches across my skin. I thrust my head back as she twisted her hips, fisting me like a silk vise, before my orgasm rocketed off through my body, tightening my muscles and stealing all the oxygen from the room.
I carried her back to our bed, tucking her back into my arms, as if I had not just worked over her delicious body seven ways from Sunday. I nuzzled into her neck, my heart locking into pace with hers as my mind finally felt calm enough to sleep.
For the first time, I was not chasing fears that she might leave me again. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever again.
Madison Evans was my forever.
Epilogue 1
Kyler -5 Years Later
“I'm so proud of you, baby.” I ushered Madison into my arms as she walked off the stage after receiving her social work diploma. “You ready for Boston?”
She nodded fiercely, grin taking over her cheeks as she unrolled her diploma to show me. “Can you believe I did it?!”
“Yup, I always knew you'd blow every other dumb mother fucker at Berkeley out of the water with your superior intelligence.” I kissed her again, unable to keep my hands off of her. “You have been hanging out with me, ya know?”
“Right.” She grinned, kissing me again before tearing her graduation cap off. “I'm so ready to get out of here. Packing up the U-Haul last night was the best decision we ever made.”
“Speak for yourself, beautiful. Loving you was the best decision I ever made.”
“Being without you has been torture.”
“I hear ya, but never again.” I hauled her into my arms, locking our lips as I walked on purposeful steps straight out of the outdoor stadium and to the parking lot. To the rest of our lives. I'd already moved my stuff to Harvard Law School and signed a lease on a condo for us. She was so brilliant, the first place she applied to work in Boston had accepted her with a generous signing offer.
We were on cloud nine, all of our hopes and dreams suddenly realized.
It'd taken so long to get here. Madison had such a talent for healing wounded things. Her decision to go into a profession that helped her heal at-risk youth was a natural one, and she couldn't wait to get started on the next stage.
When we reached the U-Haul, I tucked her in the cab and climbed up on the running board to catch her lips in one last kiss. “New England or bust, hey baby?”
“Boston, here we come.”
“With a few surprises thrown in just for fun.”
“What, Kyler Sinclair, what are you up to now?”
“You're asking for trouble, little mouse!” I grinned and then angled for her, my hands grabbing her wrists, trying to block her from throwing another snowball. We were ankle-deep in the white stuff outside of a mountain chalet—it'd taken me more than a minute to find snow in June—but I was hell-bent on giving Maddison everything she wanted, and going to school at Berkeley, she'd complained of too much sunshine and perfect weather.
She had a cold, dark heart, just like mine, and I fucking loved her so much.
“Kyler!” She squirmed against the brick and freed her hand to push the snow down the collar of my jacket.
“Fuck, that’s cold!” I roared and shuddered, trying to flick the cold away. “You’re going to pay for that,” I growled, and pressed my body into hers, my need for her growing as I locked one hand around her wrist and smoothed another along her neck to cup her jaw. I dusted my lips across hers, teasing her as she groaned and writhed, pressing her body against mine, all thought of the snowball fight forgotten.
“You’re so beautiful it hurts,” I murmured against her lips, before pressing my forehead to hers and allowed my eyes to flutter closed. I breathed her in. The perfume she’d worn to her graduation, the soft smell of the shampoo in her hair. I was so fucking drunk on her from day one, but she felt so fucking good.
“Take me to bed already, I need you.”
“Mmm…” I rumbled in her ear, nipping at her lobe.
“Please,” she mewed beneath me as I trailed one palm down her coat-covered torso to hook at her hip and squeeze.
She bucked into me and I rubbed
