When I feel her clench around me, I’m lost. I can’t hold it back when she does that, when she clamps down around me, writhing, moaning.
“Niall, Niall…god, oh….oh god.” I feel three words on my lips as I come.
I kiss her as my orgasm fades to shudders and I taste them on her tongue.
And then, in the brief, trembling moments after we’ve both emerged from post-orgasm stupor, she rolls us so she’s on top.
Pins my shoulders with her hands, all her weight on me. Leans down, leans close.
“You told me you were in love with me, but I haven’t really heard you say the words.” Her voice is a hoarse, vulnerable rasp. “Fucking say it, Lachlan.”
I had it all planned out.
Romantic date. Strolling down some secluded avenue, my arm around her waist. Press her up against a wall and kiss her and say those words I’ve never said to anyone.
But she’s demanding them now.
Thank God I’m yours
Is he panicking?
God no. Please, no, Lock. Not after everything we’ve been through.
He carves his hands up the backs of my thighs, over my ass, along my spine and up to comb into my hair. Tugging my face down, slanting his lips across mine, kissing me with such fragile tenderness that my heart beats fit to burst in my throat.
“I love you.” He whispers it. As if stunned to hear such a thing emerge from his lips.
I, meanwhile, revel in those words.
“I love you, Niall James.” He says it again.
I’m overwhelmed, then. Collapse onto him, and of course his heartbeat thunders under my ear.
“I keep thinking about that song,” he says. “The one we heard that night in Oklahoma? After the tornado?”
I nod against his chest. “I remember.”
“There’s a line… ‘You put a new heartbeat inside of me.’ Not many people can say—” His voice catches, and he has to start over. “Not many people can say that and mean it literally. But you did. Literally, and metaphorically.”
“I love you.” I murmur it to his chest. To his heartbeat.
And I think I’m speaking twofold. To Lock, of course, but also to Oliver. To the memory of Oliver, that is. The Oliver that will live on in the deep, secret portions of my heart. Not secret, perhaps, but private. Deeply, intensely private. Totally mine. Something I’ll never talk about, because they belong only to me.
But it’s also for Lock. The start of something new. Something different, and beautiful. Something wild and primal, yet also domestic and comforting.
“I never believed in love,” he says. “I never…I never thought I’d hear anyone say that to me. Never thought I’d say it. Because…even though I didn’t believe in it, I refused to say it if I didn’t mean it. Because I think…I think I always wanted to believe in it.”
“Believe in it now.” I roll off him, curl up with my back to his front, tuck his arm around me.
“I do.”
* * *
We wake in the same position that we fell asleep—his arm around my waist, palm against my stomach beneath my breasts. The sun is still shining, but now it is the red-gold of evening. I feel him stir behind me. Feel him stir between the globes of my buttocks, going thick and hard. He stretches, pushing against me. Groans with the stretch, flexes his palm.
Cups my breast.
Kisses my shoulder. Brushes my hair aside, kisses my neck.
“Hi,” he says.
I flex my hips, wiggling my butt against him. “Hi.”
I reach behind me, seeking somewhere, anywhere, to touch him. Find his neck. The back of his head. Groan as he slides his palm down from my breast to the juncture of my thighs. I spread them open for him, admitting his touch. And holy shit, it doesn’t take long to get me ready, for him to bring me to a helpless climax, holding onto the nape of his neck and writhing against him.
While I’m still spasming and whimpering, he rolls to his knees. Hooks his hands in the crease of my hips, hauls me up onto my knees. I’m gasping, still shuddering, but I know what he wants, and fuck, do I want that too. I’m just too shaken by the orgasm to do much but let him position me as he wants. I think it’s better this way. I like it this way. Helpless to his touch.
He’s behind me, one hand at my core, the other gripping his erection. Touching the crown to my opening, pushing in gently.
Fuck gently; I want it hard.
I snicker at my own pun.
“What’s funny, Niall?” Lock’s voice rumbles behind me.
“You’re being all gentle and stuff,” I murmur. “And I thought, ‘fuck gently, I want it hard.’”
He flutters his hips, teasing me with not enough of him. And then, without warning, he slams deep. Hard. “Like this?”
I’m rocked forward, gasping. “God, yes. Fuck yes.”
His hand buries in my hair, gathers my curls and uses that grip as leverage. Not gently, exactly. Roughly, beautifully. I push against his thrusts, moan his name—“Lock! Lock!” He loses control quickly. Hand on my hip, pulling back into his thrusts, grip on my hair keeping me pinned in place. Hips pistoning. Slamming his thick shaft into me, over and over, until I’m blasted into a frenzy by wave after wave of climax, and he’s still going, driving into me, grunting, groaning, chanting my name like a prayer.
“Niall—Niall—Niall…oh god, Niall…”
And then he’s unleashing, not with a shout, but collapsing forward onto me, burying his face into my hair, against my ear, thrusting deep and shuddering there, gasping my name too many times to count.
That’s all there is to the whole world, then. Just Lock and me, shivering together in the crimson gloaming.
“God, I love you, Niall.”
And—that’s all there is.
Hearing it. Feeling it.
Owning it.
“Thank god I’m yours,” he murmurs, a smile in his voice. Referring to that song. To that moment, in the calm after the storm.
“Thank god I’m yours,” I murmur back to him.
The End
PLAYLIST
“Yours” by Russel Dickerson
Snapback—album by Old Dominion
“Stay a Little Longer” by Brothers Osbourne
“Rum” by Brothers Osbourne
Southernality—album by A Thousand Horses
“Whiskey on My Breath” by Love & Theft
Just Feels Good—album by Thompson Square
Three—album by Gloriana
Jekyll + Hyde—album by Zaz Brown Band
Fuse—album by Keith Urban
Pioneer—album by The Band Perry
Platinum—album by Miranda Lambert
747—album by Lady Antebellum
Kill the Lights—album by Luke Bryan
Just As I Am (Platinum Edition)—album by Brantley Gilbert
High Noon—album by Jerrod Nieman
Riser—album by Dierks Bentley
The Outsiders—album by Eric Church
“Live Like You’re Dying” by Tim McGraw
Pageant Material—album by Kacey Musgraves
Annie Up—album by the Pistol Annies
Dustin Lynch—album by Dustin Lynch
Days of Gold—album by Jake Owen
Summer Forever—album by Billy Currington
Fly—album by Maddie + Tae
Chasing Down the Wind—album by Green River Ordinance
Remedy—album by Old Crow Medicine Show
No Man’s Mama—album by Carolina Chocolate Drops
Build Me Up From Bones—album by Sarah Jarosz
Wide Awake—album by Joy Kills Sorrow
The Phosphorescent Blues—album by Punch Brothers
Untamed—album by Cam
Between the Pines (Acoustic Mixtape)—album by Sam Hunt
Tangled Up—album by Thomas Rhett
Illinois—album by Brett Eldridge
“Whiskey Lullaby” by Brad Paisley and Allison Krauss
Ignite the Night (Party
Edition)—album by Chase Rice
The Driver—album by Charles Kelley
New City Blues—album by Aubrie Sellers
Front Row Seat—album by Josh Abbot Band
“Yours”
By Russell Dickerson
Copyright © 2015 by
Russell Dickerson // BMG Platinum Songs
Parker Welling // Hillbilly Science and Research Publishing / Trailerlily Music
Casey Brown // Provident Music Group
I was a boat stuck in a bottle
That never got the chance to touch the sea
Just forgot on the shelf
No wind in the sails
Going no where with no one but me
I was one in one-hundred billion
A burned out star in a galaxy
Just lost in the sky wondering why
Everyone else shines out but me
But…
I came to life when I first kissed you
The best me has his arms around you
You make me better than I was before
Thank God I’m yours
I was a worn out set of shoes
Wandering the city street
Another face in the crowd
Head looking down
Lost in the sound of a lonely melody
Empty pockets at a roulette
Always landing on a lost bet
Just live for the spin and hope for the win
Go all in just to lose again
But…
I came to life when I first kissed you
The best me has his arms around you
You make me better than I was before
Thank God I’m yours
The worst me is just a long gone memory
You put a new heartbeat inside of me
You make me better than I was before
Thank God I’m yours
I was a boat stuck in a bottle
That never got the chance to touch the sea
I came to life when I first kissed you
The best me has his arms around you
You make me better than I was before
Thank God I’m yours
The worst me is just a long gone memory
You put a new heartbeat inside of me
You make me better than I was before
Thank God I’m yours
Thank God I’m yours
Thank God I’m yours
Thank God I’m yours
Jasinda Wilder
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