Crazy Stupid Love (Crazy Love #1)(49)

“Tell me again.” He groans as he slides deeply inside of me, my legs locking tightly around his waist as he does.

“Tell you what?” I pant, my body suddenly so overcome by the thought and feeling of him inside me with nothing between us.

“That you love me.” He pants, working into a slow steady rhythm.

My hands still at the back of his head, forcing his face up to meet mine.

“I love you.” My words are breathy, the pleasure now coursing through every inch of my body nearly impossible to contain. “I love you, Decklan.” I lean down, panting the words against his lips as he slowly increases his speed.

“Fuck. You feel so good around me.” He groans out, taking my mouth on a hard heated kiss as his once controlled movements become more frantic and rapid, our bodies clashing together with so much force it takes everything I have to hold my grip around him.

“Decklan,” I cry out, feeling the familiar warmth spread through my lower belly as he pounds relentlessly into me.

“Let it go, baby. Let me feel you.” His words send my climbing pleasure over the edge, the waves cascading through my entire body as I tremble uncontrollably around him.

“That’s it. Oh Fuck,” he grinds out just seconds before I feel his release spill inside of me. The warmth of it spreads, the feeling unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

I drop my head onto Decklan’s shoulder, unable to contain the smile on my face. I know there are risks with having unprotected sex, but I trust Decklan, as naive as that sounds, and I can’t imagine another person I would want to share this experience with.

“Did I hurt you?” He stills inside of me, his face dropping into the crook of my neck.

“No,” I get out weakly, still trying to catch my breath.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” He pulls back, hitting me with a wide smile.

“So is that a yes?” I ask, leaning forward to lay a brief kiss to his lips.

“To more?” he questions, his gaze softening.

“To more,” I confirm.

“I can’t promise you that things will turn out the way you want, Kimber,” he starts, my stomach knotting tightly at his words. “But I promise you there is nothing I want more in this world than you.” His smile widens when he sees the relief that must be clearly written all over my face.

“Does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend?” I say jokingly, laughing when he curls his nose up playfully.

“If I get to have you like this anytime I want.” He grinds against me, his erection still firmly inside of me. “Then you can call me anything you want.” He smiles, pressing his lips once again to mine.

****

“So you have no siblings?” Decklan runs his fingers gently through my hair as I lay with my head propped on his firm chest.

The sound of his heart thumps loudly against my ear and is probably one of the most incredible sounds in the world.

“None,” I confirm. “I don’t think my parents’ ever really wanted children. I’m pretty sure I’m the one and only mistake they ever made.”

“Anyone who views you as a mistake is seriously f*cking damaged.” He laughs, his chest vibrating lightly beneath my cheek.

“I guess.” I sigh. “I think having a child was just something to make them seem more wholesome. My father is in politics. He was the Mayor of the town I grew up in for years before running for State Senate. Mom is his doting perfect wife with her perfect little friends who sit around drinking tea and organizing fundraisers, criticizing the way other people live. It’s pathetic.”

“Do I sense some hostility?”

“You sense more than just hostility.” I let out an exasperated laugh. “I love my parents’, don’t get me wrong, I just wish they trusted me enough to support my choices. They can’t accept things that don’t fit into their perfect idea of life. I don’t even know why they’re still together. My father clearly only keeps my mom around because she plays the role so well. I feel sorry for them honestly.”

“Don’t,” Decklan whispers, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. “Don’t even give them that. They don’t deserve it. I understand you not wanting to cut them out of your life completely, but I think you’re right to keep them at a distance until they come around. You shouldn’t have to feel guilty about pursuing your dreams instead of someone else’s.”

“Thank you,” I manage to get out, his comment meaning more to me than he probably realizes. “So what about your parents?” I ask, desperate to change the depressing topic that is my family life.

“Well you’ve met my mom,” he says, my mind immediately going back to the second time I ever saw Decklan, when he joined his mom and brother for lunch at the diner I work at.

“I didn’t really know my father very well,” he continues. “He skipped out on my mom when I was eight, and I haven’t seen or spoken to him since.”

“That’s awful.” I’ve never understood how someone could just leave their children like that, and the thought breaks my heart a little for Decklan.

“It was probably for the best.” I feel him shrug beneath me. “Besides, my mom seemed happier without him.”

“Tell me about your mom, what’s she like?” I push for more, not sure if he will comply or not.