The sound of my skin smacking against hers fills the room. I lower my free hand to her stomach, just above her pubic bone, and press down gently. Her eyes flash wide, her mouth drops open, and a silent plea falls past her lips as her cheeks redden and her legs clamp around me even more.
“Oh my God . . . oh my God, yes . . . yes. Jonah, oh my God!” Her pussy clenches around my cock and she comes, my name falling off her tongue over and over again.
That’s all it takes. My balls draw in tight, my cock swells, and with one last pulse, I’m coming inside of her.
“Mother . . . fucker,” I grind out, my molars nearly cracking from the intense orgasm that rips through me, sending me into a black hole of pure bliss.
I pulse a few more times before I collapse, right on top of her.
Holy . . .
Fuck.
That was . . . hell, that was the best sex of my entire life. And I know it’s because of her, because of the feelings I possess for her. This wasn’t mindless sex, this was meaningful. The start of something new.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I say as I try to move off her.
“No, stay,” she says, wrapping her arms around me as well and slowly dragging her fingers over the short strands of hair on the back of my neck.
I press my forearms into the mattress so I can alleviate some of my weight and stare down at her. Our eyes connect, and together, we both smile, and then laugh.
“Why are you laughing?” I ask her.
“Because you’re laughing.”
“We laughed at the same time.”
“True . . . I just—I don’t know, it all feels right. I guess that’s my response when something feels so right.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” I ask her, giving her a chaste kiss.
“It does.”
“So, no regrets?” I ask her.
“None at all. Do you have regrets?” Her brow draws together in concern.
“Babe, I almost had a goddamn heart attack when you left this room. I’m pretty sure you could label me as the happiest man on the planet right now.”
She strokes the hair that’s tipping over my forehead. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner? Why did you wait so long?”
“I tried telling you a few times, but we were always interrupted and then, hell, I thought that maybe if I wooed you first, you’d be more willing to give me a chance. That’s what I’ve been doing. I planned to tell you tonight, at dinner. Until I saw you were going out with Derek.”
“That must have hurt you so much. I’m sorry, JP. I never would’ve said yes to his date if I knew that’s how you felt.”
“It was an absolute gut punch, hence my pleading with you to stay.”
“Well, I’m here now, and I’m yours.”
“All mine?” I ask. “You realize what that means, right?”
“What?” she asks.
“That I was right, men and women can’t work together—”
She claps her hand over my mouth, halting me. “I suggest you don’t finish that sentence.”
Chuckling, I nip at her hand until she lets go, and then I lower my lips to her neck and start kissing her all over again. She sighs into my kiss, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, I truly feel happy.
Chapter Nineteen
KELSEY
Meant to Be Podcast
Sawyer and Fallon
Kelsey: Welcome, listener, to the Meant to Be Podcast, where we talk to madly-in-love couples about the way they met. Sawyer and Fallon, thank you so much for joining me today.
Sawyer: Thanks for having us.
Kelsey: I saw that the movie Runaway Groomsman is releasing this fall and that the script is based on your relationship. Is that true?
Fallon: It is. Sawyer is a fantastic screenwriter for romance movies, but his dating life was absolute crap.
Sawyer: She speaks facts.
Fallon: His luck wasn’t great, either, because his girlfriend actually cheated on him with his best friend.
Kelsey: No, that’s awful.
Sawyer: That’s not the worst part. I was the bitter best man at their wedding, and halfway through the ceremony, I realized I didn’t have to put up with having to watch them get married. So . . . I left.
Fallon: In the middle of the wedding, he ran out of the church right to his car, then drove to Canoodle, where we both live now.
Sawyer: In classic, pitiful life fashion, I drove to the first bar I saw and got drunk.
Fallon: It wasn’t love at first sight . . . because we’d actually gone on a blind date a year before, but he didn’t remember me.