He nearly has me coming in minutes, but I pull his face off of my body to kiss him.

“I want you inside me. I don’t want to come until you do.”

In a rush, he pulls off his pants and lets his boxers drop to the floor. As he shifts our bodies up to the pillows, the tip of his cock finds the heat, teasing me for a moment before he slides in.

Having him back inside me is everything. It makes me think that this could be it for me. Rafe is all I want, and I will gladly spend the rest of my days with his mood swings and his rare smile, knowing every minute that he will be there for me. I want to spend the rest of my life with someone I trust and who I know trusts me.

Pressing himself to the hilt, his lips find mine again. Our breaths turn into pants and groans as he picks up speed, each slamming motion stronger than the one before. I won't take much longer, and when his hands find mine, intertwining our fingers, I let myself go. My body seizes itself in pleasure.

“Shelby,” he howls as I feel his body jerk.

It is perfection, and for a long moment I can hardly breathe.

“I love you,” he whispers as he collapses on top of me. His lips find my ear and I give those words back to him. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Chills run down my spine, and I know this is it. This is forever, and I know that we’ve already seen rock bottom. We have seen it all together. We have nowhere to go but up.

Epilogue

Rafe

“Easy on the throttle.”

Mateo responds with something in Spanish as he speeds away on the custom ride Murph and I have been putting together all summer.

The kid is a natural, but it still makes me nervous as fuck to see him making turns around the empty lot. And I can see how hard he is on the clutch with every acceleration.

“I promised your aunt I wouldn't let you get hurt, but if you don’t slow the fuck down, I’m going to whoop your ass.”

Logan laughs behind me as he claps a hand on my shoulder. “You look like Theo when he taught me how to ride.”

As Mateo circles back and comes to a stop in front of us, I tighten my jaw and try to force a deep breath into my lungs.

“I’m ready,” he harps with a smile.

“You’re not taking this thing with you to college.” The barking command makes him smile.

“Yes, sir.”

“And you only ride with me until you're twenty-one.”

“Twenty.”

Murph fires up his bike behind me. “Come on. We have to go meet the girls.”

Letting out an exasperated groan, I get on my own bike and point at Mateo. “You stay between us the whole way.”