I felt the tears rise in my eyes as I reached out, planting a hand in a slap against his abs, feeling them work as he drove into me, his gaze locked to mine.

“Nick.”

“Right here, baby.”

I threw my other hand back, pushing it against the headboard and driving myself down on him as he took me.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his face darkening.

He was close.

My hand at his abs curled in, my fingernails scoring flesh.

I was closer.

His cock rammed deep.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“Nick,” I whispered then arched uncontrollably as my body shattered while Nick kept fucking me, doing it gripping my hips hard, yanking me to him, sighing deep, all while shooting inside me.

Simultaneous orgasm.

Beautiful.

If I was going to lose him, lose that moment, that was the perfect way for it to happen.

I was just coming down when I felt his warmth cover my torso and I realized he’d fallen into me, his face in the pillow at my side.

I put my hands to him, moving, stroking, memorizing, feeling my frame jerk lightly with the aftershocks, my lips parted, eyes closed, breath steadying.

“You’re fucking spending the night,” Nick growled into my neck.

My body had felt liquid.

At his words, it turned solid.

He lifted his head.

I opened my eyes. “We can’t—”

He cut me off. “We’re gonna figure it out.”

“There’s nothing to figure out.”

He looked over my head, muttering, “I’m not findin’ this part of you bein’ a fuckin’ nut cute.”

“Sebring,” I called quietly.

He looked back at me, a mixture of sex and irritation on his face.

I liked that look so much I felt my pussy convulse.

He felt it too.

“Christ,” he bit out, his hips bucking into mine.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“Don’t apologize for milkin’ my cock,” he ordered.

I pressed my lips together and tried not to convulse again at his words.

“You came here tonight thinkin’ I needed you.”

I decided not to answer and not just because I’d made that clear earlier so he already knew the answer.

“All I did was kiss you and now I gotta take my shirt to a tailor to put new fuckin’ buttons on it,” he carried on.

I continued my silence, again not just because that did indeed happen and there was no point denying it.

“And now you finally get it that your body is mine, your cunt is mine, your ass is mine, your everything is mine and you can trust me to give you what you need because,” he dipped closer, “you can just fuckin’ trust me and you say in the fucked-up mess we’ve built we got nothin’ to figure out?”

“I—”

“Shut it,” he growled.

I snapped my mouth shut not because he told me to but because I was getting angry and I’d been taught not to speak when I was angry.