Forever You're Mine (MINE #4)(25)

I was his.

He’d just buried himself so deep inside of me, I was certain he’d never find his way out. A kiss to my throat, he slowly pulled out and got up from the bed to go to the bathroom. I lay there, unable to move, unable to think.

When he walked back into the room still naked, it hit me.

“We just had sex,” I said, anxiety bubbling in my gut.

What did this mean for us? How was I supposed to act? Should I get up and go to my room? Will he want me to sleep in here with him? What if this was all a big mistake?

I didn’t have to wait for an answer to my first question because he crawled in bed next to me, rolling me to my side to face him. “That wasn’t just sex, that was f*ckin’ at its finest.”

My heart sighed in relief. I brought my shaky hand to his stubbly face. “It was pretty amazing.”

“Yeah it was. This mouth though…” Cannon kissed me hard, jerking my knee to hook his hip. “That’s what’s amazing.”

“Yours isn’t so bad either.”

“Not so bad?” he asked, taking my mouth once more.

“Ok fine…it’s amazing. There, are you happy?”

“It’s ridiculous how happy I am right now.”

I wanted to tell him how happy I was too. I wanted to say so many things, but I was afraid. I didn’t want to lose this moment.

And I damn sure didn’t want to lose him.

*

A week later things were the same yet, different. We were still friends. That was one aspect of our relationship that hadn’t changed. We always had fun together, but it was like ever since we tore down the sex barrier between us, we were more comfortable around each other. I didn’t hesitate to cuddle up next to him on the couch when we were watching TV, and it didn’t seem to bother him at all when I would climb up on his lap anytime I wanted just to steal a kiss or make out.

And shit, I loved making out with my man.

We weren’t confessing our deepest, darkest secrets, but we would get there. Fortunately though for me, he did open up more about his family. From some of the stories he told me, they were all pretty close, but I could still tell there were bits and pieces he was leaving out, chunks of his life I knew nothing about.

I was grateful for what little he did offer, because I was a little less nervous about meeting them in a few weeks.

But still pretty damn nervous.

I smiled, looking up through my lashes at the man standing across the room, eyeing me like a hawk. We were busy most of the afternoon so I hadn’t had a chance to even lift my head, but whenever I did, I caught his eyes. They were more intense now. There was a possessiveness that hadn’t been there before and it made me tingle all over every time I saw it.

I knew I should be focused on other things. Like finding my own place to stay and getting on my own two feet, but I kept hoping I would find my way with him. Everything seemed so right when we were together. I didn’t want to think about what it would be like if we weren’t.

When I clocked out for lunch, I walked towards the break room in the back, a decent size room with a flat screen, sectional, and kitchen area. All I wanted to do was put my feet up and rest my eyes for a minute before I even thought about eating. I hadn’t slept well the night before. After Cannon effectively gave me three sheet clutching orgasms, I’d quickly fallen asleep in his arms only to be awakened a few hours later to find him fighting a dream, murmuring one name over and over, his voice laced with pure agony.

Landon.

The name bled from his lips, ripping him apart from the inside out, right there before my eyes. I wanted to wake him, but after a few agonizing minutes, he finally settled, never making another sound the rest of the night.

I would know.

I laid there watching him for hours, wondering who Landon was and why Cannon was so distraught about him. What was it that had him so torn up inside? The war maybe? I couldn’t imagine the things he’d seen or the things he had to do in order to survive. Something told me that Cannon would never share any of that with me.

I snagged a bottle of water from the refrigerator Archer kept stocked and stretched out on the couch. I had just closed my eyes when I heard footsteps fall into the room and the door shut with a soft click.

Cannon stalked over, his stride confident and sure. “I think we should talk this shit out.”

“I’m on my break, Cannon. I don’t wanna talk to you right now. I’m tired.”

“I didn’t mean the way it came out.” he said, but his voice was still gruff.

He meant every damn word.

Before we got out of the truck earlier, I leaned over to give him a kiss and he gave me a peck on the cheek. He told me he didn’t like the taste of my lip gloss and that he’d prefer I didn’t wear it at all, or just don’t bother kissing him with it on. And while it was awfully sweet of him to follow that up with how much he loved the taste of me instead, Cannon could be a real * sometimes.

“It’s not what you said…it’s how you said it.”

“I know, but I hate that shit. I think your lips are perfect the way they are. There…is that simple enough for you?”

I sighed, standing up, too damn tried to argue with this frustrating man. “You’re such a shit sometimes you know that?”

When I tried to move around him, his hands caught my waist. “I’ve been thinkin’ about this mouth all f*ckin’ day. And all the freaky things you did with it last night,” he said, brushing a thumb across my lips to wipe off the gloss. “And these…these have become my compass…they tell me what they want, what they need. I don’t want anything, not even f*ckin’ lip gloss to come between that. Ever.” His face hovered above mine, dark eyes shielded by his ball cap but as open as a book. “You know,” he began, cupping my cheeks and brining my lips to his. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you were trying to get me to fall for you.”