Forever You're Mine (MINE #4)(26)

My heart took a flying leap off the cliff I’d been teetering on. “Cannon…”

It was the only thing I could say. It was the only thing my mouth would allow me to say because my heart was wide open, and I was scared to death. Cannon would never do anything to deliberately hurt me, but there was an underlying fear that this may be a very big mistake. I think what scared me the most was not having him in my life at all.

It was definitely a thought I could not handle.

My phone vibrated from my back pocket, interrupting our moment. I fished it out, but the second I saw who the message was from, I instantly regretted it.

“Who is it?” Cannon asked, looking down at the screen before snatching it from my hand.

“Cannon, give that back to me,”

“He’s still textin’ you?” He narrowed his eyes, nostrils flaring with anger.

“Give me my damn phone!” I grasped at him, but he held the device out of reach.

“Answer the goddamn question.”

“No. Today’s the first time I’ve heard from him since he left the bar last week. God Cannon, don’t you trust me?”

“I don’t know, can I?”

“Fuckin’ really?” I gritted, snatching my phone back and shoving him out of my way. I stormed out, my lungs fighting for air. How could he not trust me? We were friends before we were lovers…that had to count for something, right? Technically, we’re still friends just on a larger scale. He knew me. He knew the kind of person I was. I understood why he was upset, but hell no.

If we didn’t have trust, we didn’t have anything.

About halfway down the hall, his hands were on me once more, pulling me into the storage room behind a locked door. “We’re not finished yet,” he said, walking me backwards.

“Well, I was. I’ve never given you any reason not to trust me, Cannon, so for you to question whether you should is bullshit.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I do trust you. I just…I don’t want you talkin’ to him at all. Not a friendly text. Not a casual hello. I don’t want you to ever see him again.”

“Cannon,” I pleaded.

“I mean it, Cora. You’re mine and I will not share any part of you. I don’t care what history you have.” My ass bumped into a stack of crates filled with moonshine as Cannon lifted me to sit on top, positioning himself between my legs. I tried to hold onto my anger, fighting for my stance, but I secretly loved it when he invaded my space without permission. When his hand wrapped around my neck possessively, and when he looked into my eyes like I was the most important person in the world.

“What are you doing?” I asked, now breathless and weak.

What the hell were we fighting about?

“I want what’s mine,” he said, savagely taking my lips.

One hand fell between us while the other held me in place, kissing me, owning me. He tucked his seeking fingers between the denim and my skin, and I gasped when they found their way inside me. His grip moved to the front of my throat, a rough thumb stroking the line of my jaw.

“Cannon.”

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name like that.” His hand tightened around my throat. A swift surge of heat pulsed through my veins, and if the desire darkening his eyes was any indication, he could feel it beneath his palm. His mouth covered mine in a devastating kiss.

A kiss that stung.

A kiss that burned.

A kiss that stained the deepest, darkest part of my heart. A kiss inspiring a fire of love, desire and most importantly…trust.

Then my shorts were sliding down my legs. Panties came after. The sound of a zipper shredding metal penetrated the air just before he slammed into me.

Hard.

Fast.

With a burning heat that would last forever. “Mine,” he claimed against my lips.

“Yours,” I confirmed.

The way Cannon f*cked me, the raw feral passion behind each and every thrust, his strong dedication to make it so damn good, every single time…destroyed me.

I gripped his neck while his hand held the back of my knee in place. I’d never had a man want me as much as Cannon wanted me or the manner in which he took, so unreserved, so unforgiving.

Like he was fighting something inside.

I focused on the smooth, quick draw of his body leaving mine, the slapping of tight skin slick with desire, the merciless pump of his hips.

His fingers tightened around my throat, but the pressure alleviated when his soft gentle lips brushed mine in the faintest of breath. The contrast between the two ways he attacked my body were devastating.

Shudders of pleasure reduced me to a quivering mess as I dug my teeth into his shoulder to stifle my scream.

With a low growl, Cannon pulled out, emptying himself all over my lower belly while I sucked back a panicked lungful of air.

Two thoughts entered my mind:

How hot he looked doing that.

And we’d just had sex without a condom.

His sated eyes met mine and he smiled despite my panic. “Glad we worked that out, babe.”

I blinked trying to think less about what had just happened and more about what I could use to clean myself up so I could smack that smirk off his face. Cannon reached for the back of his neck, pulling his t-shirt off and wiping me clean.

Lord have mercy on my ovaries.

“I have a backup in the office,” he informed me as if that were the only question running rampant in my mind.