He pulled back and looked into my eyes, illuminated by the light of the moon and the street lamps. “Now, Tara?”
“Now, Knox. Please, I’m begging you.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” I said, lowering my legs and pulling at his belt buckle. Knox put his hands on mine, stopping me.
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“It can’t just be this, Tara. I can’t bury myself inside your warmth, walk out that door, and never see you again.”
I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs. “You said once that I was yours and you were mine.”
He slid one finger inside me. “I meant it.”
“Then, hang onto me. Don’t let me go.”
Knox thrust a second finger into my pussy and, with his other hand, unfastened his belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. I cried out when he withdrew his fingers and lifted my legs.
“Put me inside you.”
I grabbed his hard cock and positioned it at my opening, moving my thong to the side. Knox thrust deep inside me and stilled. He rested his forehead against mine.
“Shh,” he whispered. “Don’t move, just feel how perfect our bodies fit together. I don’t ever want you to forget this moment, Tara.” He shifted so one hand was under my bottom. He cupped my cheek with the other. I closed my eyes, focusing only on how Knox pulsed inside me.
“Look at me.” His hand moved to my neck. “I love you, Tara. I don’t want to spend another day without you in my life.”
“Then, don’t.” I remembered Pia’s words. “Run to love, to me instead of away, Knox.”
His fingers pressed into the sides of my neck. “Say it.”
“I love you, Knox.”
Epilogue
Halo
“New York City, huh?” said Tackle, helping load boxes into my SUV. “Where are you gonna park this thing?”
“As if finding a place to park a car is any cheaper in Boston.”
After he loaded in the last box, I set the wrapped painting, Tara’s gift to me, on top. “Well, I better get on the road.”
“I’m happy for you, Knox.” We hugged and patted each other’s backs.
“I have a favor to ask.”
“What’s that?”
“Sloane…she’s going through some stuff.” I kicked a rock near my boot. “It isn’t my place to say what, but if you could watch out for her, I’d appreciate it. I’ll be back as often as I can…”
Tackle looked like he’d swallowed the rock I’d just kicked.
“Look, if it’s too much trouble…”
“It isn’t too much trouble,” he muttered.
“Thanks. So, I’ll see you next week?”