Chapter 7

7

Chloe

I sit on Lachlan, my bare pussy soaking his jeans. If he leaves them on much longer, we're going to have problems because I need him. Can't believe I'm here in his flat. Sitting on him naked while he looks at me with his dark eyes, pooled with desire, grasping my hips as if he's scared I'll leave. I could never leave him. Not now that I have him and I know he wants me too. My heart dropped when Isla came to the salon and Lachlan tensed beneath me. With no desire to go on the date, I didn't.

Everything I want is right here. Currently under me. I lean down to tug his bottom lip between my teeth.

"When you were sick, I kept having inappropriate thoughts about you," I whisper against his lips.

He lifts an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Like how broad your shoulders are, and how I wanted to touch your hair. How I wanted to kiss you." I kiss him again because now I can. Because he's mine .

Strong, warm hands run soothing circles on my back. "I couldn't believe you were here. In my flat, when all I could do was imagine you here. Wish you were here."

"I'm not leaving this time."

"Good." I jump when he slaps my ass. "I wouldn't let you leave anyway."

My smile melts as he begins to massage my breasts, tugging at my nipples, leaning up to suck them into the warmth of his mouth. Whenever he sucks one, it shoots straight to my core, sending molten heat directly to my cunt. Panting, I pull away before I lose my concentration and unzip his pants, careful of the bulge pushing against the zipper.

I drag his jeans and briefs down his legs, jumping when his erection slaps against his stomach. He grips it and pumps leisurely, watching as I crawl up his body and settle on top of him. Heat radiates from his flesh as I lower my slit to rest on his cock. He hisses when we make contact, eyes on us, hands clenching my thighs.

I rock against him slowly, without taking him inside me. Not yet.

Gliding over him, the head of his cock nudges my clit, which causes me to gasp. He thrusts against me, but it's not enough. I need him inside me.

I dip my hand to guide his cock to my entrance and lower over him slowly. He keeps still while I adjust to him, as I rock gently back and forth until I reach the hilt. Filled by him.

I still. His hands are on my waist, thumbs rubbing in a soothing motion under my breasts, but his eyes are focused on us, where we're joined.

"Do you like seeing us together? Your cock inside of me?" I ask, lifting up slightly to display us before sliding down again. His eyes flare and his hands tighten on me.

"Yes." His voice is rough.

I smirk and begin to ride him. His eyes don't leave where we're joined. He matches my movements, thrusting inside me and circling his thumb around my clit, urging me on.

Lachlan grunts. "I love seeing us together. Seeing my body disappear inside yours. Claiming each other."

I yelp when he sits up, nearly unseating me, but he hauls me close with his arm wrapped around my hips, slowing our movements to a rock.

"So do I." I cup his cheek and kiss him, chest to chest, while my pussy pulses around him.

"I'm never letting you go. We're going to buy a house together, and you'll open more salons, and in six months I'm gonna marry you." Lachlan grasps my left hand and kisses my ring finger. My heart pounds. "A ring will sit here and we'll have children who look like you and we'll show them the good sitcoms when they get older."

"Yes." I rock over him quicker. The dreams he's created for us spurring me on. "I want that with you." I drag his hand back to my clit and he starts maddening circles around it. "One day, I'll get my IUD removed and you'll fill me up until I get pregnant."

I gasp and convulse when he thrusts hard, hitting the right spot. I clutch his shoulders as he continues to move until warm heat paints my insides and he groans into my neck.

He lays down and rolls us to the side, wrapped around one another with him still inside me. He brushes the hair out of my face that escaped the scrunchie. "Did you mean it?"

"Yes. Everything. I want everything with you."

He kisses me deeply. "I would propose right now, but I don't want to freak you out. Expect it in four to six months."

I laugh and cuddle closer. I don't care when he proposes as long as we're together. He pulls out of me and his release begins to trickle down my thighs. Lachlan swirls his fingers in our combined release and sinks a finger inside me. I raise my eyebrows. "There a reason you're doing that?"

His cheekbones flush. "I like the idea of us mingled together."

"Whatever floats your boat." My finger brushes down his nose. "When we're ready for kids, we'll have fun with your new obsession."

"Yeah?"

I nod. He removes his fingers and nudges my clit, sending aftershocks through my body, and wraps his arms around me, tucking my head under his chin.

"Want to watch something?" he asks.

I smile against his skin. " Friends ?"

He snorts. "Sure. Maybe this time I won't fall asleep and I can enjoy holding you."

"I love you," I whisper, pressing a kiss to his chest.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

Lachlan kisses my forehead and clicks on the TV. I smile and snuggle closer to him.

It was a good thing I didn't have hot water in my salon.

It brought me him.