60. Tammy

CHAPTER 60

TAMMY

The back of Baxter's knees hit the bed and he flops down, bringing me with him. Straddling his waist, I pull him in for a kiss that hopefully amplifies everything I just told him. Because I mean it. I mean it so freaking hard.

I'm his forever.

And maybe I always have been.

Because kissing him like this feels so right.

I'm home now. My soul knows it, and my heart is starting to believe it too.

It won't be an easy road. My parents won't let this be smooth sailing, and neither will Hudson. He may have told me to go, but once he sobers up and gets an earful from his parents, he'll no doubt be chasing us down again.

But I won't let it scare me this time.

I deserve to be with Baxter, and if there's a fight coming, then I know he'll stand by my side. And so will everyone in this place. Because that's what family does. That's what family is. They support each other. They stick together no matter what. There are no rules or conditions. It's just love—plain and simple.

Baxter's hands start to travel across my back, lightly squeezing my neck before drifting down to my ass. He gives me a firm, suggestive squeeze as the ember that's been waiting for him flares to life.

I giggle against his lips when I tip my hips, grinding against the shaft in his pajama pants.

"Wanna play?" Baxter swipes his tongue into my mouth before I can respond.

I moan against his lips, tugging at his shirt and quickly ridding him of the fabric. Within seconds we're both naked, skin-on-skin contact in full effect as he continues to paint pictures with his fingers and drive my body to the point of insanity with his warm touch.

"Tell me you love me," I whisper in his ear.

He sucks my neck, licking a path to my chin before murmuring against my skin, "I love you."

His sexy voice sends tendrils of pleasure firing through me as I lean back and gaze into his eyes. "I love you too." I kiss his mouth. "And you were right…" I kiss his chin, rising higher on my knees and wrapping my fingers around his cock. Lining us up, I wait until he's perched at my entrance before saying, "Cupid did know what he was doing."

I sink onto him, his groan vibrating through me. Tight fingers grip my hips as I take him all the way. I clutch his shoulders, whimpering with pleasure, my head tipping back. He licks my throat, and I start to ride him—slow, languid strokes that fill me to my core.

"I love you," I whisper again, like they're the only words I know.

It's all I can feel as he takes me past the point of ecstasy.

I cling to him, scraping my teeth across his broad shoulder, then crying out when his thumb finds my clit and stars scatter across my vision.

There are no words to describe how good this feels, so it's lucky we don't need any. I lean back, staring into his face and seeing everything he wants to tell me, finally understanding that look in his eyes, knowing what his every touch means.

We instinctively pick up the pace, creating a perfect rhythm as our breaths and moans blend, composing music that's all our own.

The orgasm crescendos inside me, my eyes snapping shut as I stop breathing, my body going taut just before that electrifying release. Baxter groans, his fingers digging into me as he thrusts hard, and we hit that high together.

It's pure magic—new and thrilling and wondrous.

Because Baxter Brown… is the guy I was meant to be with all along.