40. Thea

Two Weeks Later

"Fuck, yeah, Gorgeous. Lift that ass for me," I growl as I continue pumping into my woman. We've been going at it for a couple of hours. We started off slow and it has built to the point my balls are tight, her pussy has come three times and the way it's sucking at my dick, I know she's close to exploding for me again. This is a good thing, because I don't think I can hold on much longer.

"Dom, oh God, baby. I…" she pauses, trying to catch her breath.

That's next to impossible to do with the way I'm impaling her, riding her body hard and sinking so deep inside of her that I'm about to lose my mind. I push down on her upper back, making her arch that sweet little ass even higher. I drag two of my fingers through her sopping wet pussy, making her cry out with the extra sensation. I slow down the speed of my thrusts, just so I can push my fingers into her ass, breaking through the tight ring of muscles, as her body shudders beneath me. Thea lets out a keening moan that is so powerful it wraps around my cock. A man would die to hear that kind of pleasure coming from his woman. I start fucking her ass, as I thrust balls deep inside.

"Don't stop. Fuck, Dom, don't stop," she pleads greedily.

"You're going to give me this ass, aren't you, Thea?"

"Dom…"

"Tell me," I growl, turning my fingers deep inside her, as she tries to clamp down on them like her inner muscles are already milking my dick.

"Yes. I'll give you anything, Dom," she cries.

Her words bring pleasure like I've never known. "My girl deserves a reward," I croon. "Do you want to come, Gorgeous?"

"Please," she begs.

"Slide your hand down and play with your clit, Thea. Come for your man," I groan.

I'm about to lose it myself. I'm barely holding on and I'm thankful my girl wastes no time. The minute her fingers graze against her clit, she shatters, crying out my name.

"Dom!"

"Fuck, baby, I'm going to come."

I shift, holding her tight and keeping our bodies joined. I hate pulling my fingers from her tight little ass, but I hold on to her hip as I force her to sit in my lap. My cock goes so deep she whimpers. I use my other hand to reach around to her front and palm her full tit. I squeeze it tight, then begin kneading as my thumb brushes her against the stiff peak of her nipple.

"Keep working that clit, sweetheart. Ride out that orgasm like a good girl. Do you feel how fucking deep I am inside of you? Christ, you take my dick so good. You're magnificent. You own me, woman—completelyown me. If you left me, I'd never survive."

"I'm not leaving," she heaves, her orgasm slowly winding down, but I don't have it in me to slow down. I'm too far gone. I reach up and lift her hair from her neck, pulling it to the side revealing the tattoo she got the other day when we were in town together. It's my name, in my own writing, at the base of her neck. I lean over and put my lips against it. "I love you, Dom," she breathes.

Those three words are something I didn't expect from her this quickly. I prayed for it because I know I feel the same, but I know I need to prove myself to her. She deserves so much. Hearing those words makes it impossible to hold back any longer. I come hard, pumping my seed into her body and mourning the fact she's on the pill.

When I finally finish, I pull us down on the bed so that we're lying on our sides and I'm spooning her. Her soft body pressed against mine is probably the closest thing to heaven that I will ever experience. I kiss my name on her again.

"I'm going to go clean up, baby," she whispers. There's a sense of satisfaction in knowing her voice is hoarse from the way I made her yell while we were having sex.

I put my hand between her legs and cup her pussy. "No. I don't want you to leave."

"Dom," she laughs.

"I'm serious. I want my cum to stay inside you."

"You're crazy. The last thing we need right now is for me to end up pregnant."

"You're on the pill, but I wouldn't mind a baby with you. That way I could spoil both of you," I admit, sliding my lips along her neck and down to her shoulder, nibbling her tender skin.

"You want kids with me?" she asks in shock. I can feel her body tense, so I temper my words—at least a little. If I tell her I wish she was already knocked up and tied to me in every way, she may run for the hills.

"I'd love to have kids with you, Gorgeous. I'm in no hurry. We can wait until you're ready, but I know in my heart it's going to happen one day."

"I want that," she admits so softly that I have to strain to hear her. In reward, I kiss her shoulder blade and pull her closer to me.

"Me, too."

"Maybe we should wait until our lives are a little more settled and less chaotic, though," she cautions.

I sigh. That's not what I wanted to hear, but I can deal. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."

"Have you talked to your mom anymore?"

"Just briefly. She's not doing great, but she's dealing. She says Dad's still living at the garage because she needs time to sort things out in her head."

"But she's still at Mom and Dad's?"

"It hurts her to be alone in the house without him. Mom told Dad to come back since she wasn't there anyway, but he refused."

"Has Dragon talked to King yet to see if he really is your brother and what he wants?"

I sigh because I hate talking about this shit. I have trouble talking to anyone about it but Thea. Thea turns over on her back and I hold her close, burying my head in her neck and breathing her in.

"It's true. Dad confirmed it with T, who apparently already knew."

"He knew, and he didn't tell you?" Thea gasps.

"Yeah, guess Dad wasn't the only one who felt I couldn't be trusted with information." At this point, it's getting damn hard to keep the bitterness hidden. It's eating me up inside.

"Your family is really starting to piss me off, Dom."

"It's just me, baby. They love you. Dad's bragging about you constantly."

"What on earth for?"

"He's telling everyone how you pulled a gun on him and threatened to shoot him. He's proud of you. Actually, I am, too. That's the one thing my father and I can agree about."

"Geez…"

"I'm also fucking ecstatic that you're all mine."

"Ditto," she giggles.

I pick her hand up, running the pad of my thumb over my name that she had tattooed in on her ring finger in a circular fashion. "You know, you shocked the fuck out of me when you got this. I wanted the one on the back of your neck so I could see it every time I fuck you, but this one is special to me. I love it, and the fact you chose it. There's just one problem."

"What's that?"

I turn and stretch over to my nightstand drawer and pull out a small, black velvet ring box. "Whenever I see it, I keep thinking I need a proper ring over it, too."

I open the box and Thea gasps my name. "Dom…"

"Thea Kane, will you marry me?" I ask, and suddenly I feel nervous.

She doesn't speak at first. She just keeps staring at the ring. I'm silently kicking myself, worried that I pushed things way too quickly. Finally, she speaks up. Her gaze lifts to look at me with tears in her eyes. "Dom, all of this happened pretty quick, are you sure?"

"Baby, I've never been surer of anything in my life. I love you, woman. All I want in this world is for you to belong to me, for us to have a family together. I want to spend my life with you."

"I love you, too," she whispers, with tears starting to fall from her eyes.

"Marry me, Gorgeous. We belong together. We always have. I'm just an idiot," I plead.

She nods her head as a happy sob escapes from her mouth. I slide the ring on her finger and toss the ring box behind me as my woman falls into my arms. I kiss her with everything I am, tasting the saltiness of her tears and the sweetness of her love all at the same time. There's never been anything better and never will be.