Page 110 of Will to Run

A moan escapes my throat because yes, I missed this so much, and I lower my shoulders so my ass is further in the air.

“Fuck, Della. This ass,” he chokes out while both his hands grab my hips to hold me even harder while he goes harder and faster. I’m going to have bruises, and I fucking love it.

I know he’s losing control based on the way he’s slamming me back onto him, but something happens because he grinds out no, and pulls out.

“Jax?” I say, but he’s already lifting me up by my shoulder.

“Lie on your back, Della,” his voice isn’t one I can quite place, but I follow without question. What happened?

He looks at me longingly, as if he’s snapped out of it, and I stare at the way his body looks towering above mine. His dick is wet, coated with my arousal, and the same possessiveness I felt the night of painting resurfaces, solidifying that this man is mine. All mine.

His knees nudge my legs apart, and he continues to stare at me. There are a thousand things being said between us as he pushes my knees open and slides in. Given how wet I am, there is no resistance, and with long, slow strokes, he goes deeper and deeper. It’s deliberate, and a complete contradiction to two minutes ago. As he moves in me, neither of us blinks at the weight of the moment, hell, I’m not sure either of us breathe. When I roll my hips against him, he picks up the pace, and my eyes close.

There will never be someone to make me feel the way he does.

“Look at me Della. I want to watch you.” he says.

Following his words, I open my eyes to see him studying me. I’m trying so hard to focus on his face as he moves faster and faster, but I’m captivated by how we fit together. Bending, he slams his lips to mine, swallowing my sounds, but keeps pace. The way this is building for me is new. I want him to keep going, and I want to change positions, and I want to orgasm all at once. But most of all, I don’t want this to stop. Like ever. Our bodies are both slick as as he takes me higher and higher, and I lift my ass so he can get deeper.

Things have turned primal, both of us chasing our pleasure. His elbows are next to my head, and he is staring into my soul as he fucks me relentlessly. I’m on a razor’s edge, and when I tighten my muscles, he shouts before I feel him release in me. The sensation sends white-hot euphoria through my entire body, and I shout his name while we touch heaven together. He is still pumping in me while we come down from the moment.

Putting his sweaty forehead on mine, he kisses me more tenderly.

“I’m so glad you’re staying, Della,” the words fall from his mouth. “I know this isn’t the right time, and it’s a lot, and it’s so inappropriate to say, but it’s the truth. You belong here, and I can’t wait to do more of life with you. Amberheart may be your sunrise moment, but you are mine.”

“I didn’t know this existed until I met you, Jaxon,” I reply.

Spinning our bodies, he ends up on his back and settles me next to him despite the radiant heat from our bodies.

“Can you even remember far enough back to when you said you didn’t know what desire felt like? I was about to fuck you through the wall… and then through the mattress,” he laughs, and I laugh along.

“You’ve given me so much more than just a taste of what desire is, Jaxon. God, so much more,” I tilt my head to his to seal that statement with a kiss that consumes me. When he pulls away, his head hits the pillow, and he sighs.

“I want to alternate napping and fucking your brains out, but if I don’t answer my family, there’s a chance they’ll show up. They are just as excited about the prospect of keeping you here. But don’t plan on sleeping tonight.”

“Deal,” I reply before we get up, get dressed, and head back downstairs to share the news.

After the text goes out, I’m glad I got a little food in my stomach because approximately seven minutes go by before the door opens. I don’t know why I was expecting them to come independently, or more slowly, but everyone files in, including Cayson. Seeing his entire family, with Molly and Lanie in tow, makes my nose tingle again. Knowing how all these people went above and beyond to support me is too much.

“I’m so glad you’re not leaving,” Molly whispers when she hugs me. “If you can no longer rent the apartment, move in with me for a little while until you find a new one.”

“Or me,” Hazel says.

I haven’t even entertained the logistics of staying yet, but I know I’ll have a place if I need it.

“I’m glad I don’t have to be the only non-rancher here,” Lanie says before pulling away.

“Della,” Beth steps up, next in this carousel of love. “I know Jaxon talked about your painting talents, but the show today was remarkable. You have a special touch,” Beth says, hugging me. “Dale wasn’t feeling his best, so he stayed back, but told me to extend his deepest appreciation and compliments for your work.”

“Thank you so much,” I tell her. “None of this would have happened without your wonderful children and your amazing ranch. Thank you.”

“We are the lucky ones, my dear. Especially Jaxon… and Hazel… and Molly… and Lukey,” she laughs. “I could go on,” she squeezes my shoulder before making her way outside to where people are sitting around the fire that Jaxon started.

Only Cayson remains inside, and he looks at me for a second before he starts. “Any pitchforks around?” he asks.

“You’d be surprised what I can do with a regular fork,” I chuckle.

“Look, Della, I’m not asking you for forgiveness, but I am sorry for the heartache and drama I caused. As I’m sure you can imagine, my brother and I have exchanged a number of words over this, and when he asked me why his best friend didn’t trust him, it broke something in me. As I said to him, I’m owning my fuck-up. It’s not an excuse, but it was hard for me to see you for you based on some things that I’ve been through, and am still going through with the twins’ mom. But um…” he clears his throat. “I’m taking steps to be better. I don’t know what your full plan is, obviously, but I’m taking this as a sign that you’re staying, at least for now?”