Chapter 55 ALL IN

Chapter 55 ALL IN
RACHEL

“What?” he asked, genuinely confused.

I blinked, still completely stunned.

He lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair away from my face with his index finger. “As cute as you look right now,” he murmured, leaning closer to press a soft kiss against the bridge of my nose, “I think we should finish up and get out of here before we completely lose track of time.”

“Thane…” My voice came out smaller, like my brain was still trying to process everything.

“Hmm?” he answered, his lips brushing lightly against my cheek.

How was he acting like nothing happened?

I don’t even know why I was scared to bring it up again. Maybe because if he repeated it, he’d finally realize the weight behind what he’d said.

Before I could think too hard about it, he shifted me closer against him, his touch warm enough to completely throw my thoughts off balance again. His hard length brushed my thighs as he positioned me. “Ah!” I moaned quietly, gripping his shoulders, nails digging tightly into his chest as pleasure tore through me. I felt myself stretching to take him again.

The way he filled me so completely, pressing against every sensitive spot inside, made my head spin. I rode him desperately, making the seat cry under our weight, chasing that overwhelming fullness.

“You feel that?” His mouth found mine before I could pull away. I tried to speak, but he deepened the kiss, swallowing my words.

“Girlfriend?” I whispered breathlessly against his lips, searching his face. “Did you just call me your girlfriend?”

His hands tightened around my waist while his forehead rested briefly against mine. A slow, wicked smile tugged at the corner of his lips, like he already knew exactly why I was freaking out, and he was clearly enjoying it.

“Yeah, I did,” he murmured, his voice low and playful. “You’re my girlfriend, Shorty. Got a problem with that?”

Before I could answer, he gripped my hips and pulled me down harder onto him, forcing every thick inch deeper inside me. I gasped sharply, my walls clenching around his penis as he stretched me wider to the point I got convinced my vulva already tore open.

“Thane—fuck,” I moaned, my fingers digging desperately into his nape this time.

My hand flew to his hair instantly, disorienting every thought in my head. I was terrified and exhilarated at the same time, making me focus entirely on the sweet immersing feeling I felt as he pressured my waist again before chuckling darkly against my neck, clearly pleased with himself. “That’s right.” He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my skin, then he started moving slower and deliberately at first, helping me roll my hips up and down to meet his pace, making sure I felt every vein, every ridge as he dragged along my inner walls. “You’re mine now.”

I couldn’t even respond properly. My mind was spinning. The word kept echoing in my head, mixing with the overwhelming sensation of him buried so deep inside me, making obscene sounds every time I sank down. My breasts bounced with every movement as I lost myself in the feeling of being completely full of him.

He noticed my silence and grinned, that playful, dangerous smirk I both loved and feared. “Say it, Shorty,” he rasped, voice rough. “Say you're mine while I’m buried inside you.” He thrust up harder, hitting that perfect spot that dragged a painful moan out of me.

“I’m… I’m yours,” I whimpered, my voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed me.

His penis suddenly thickened inside my walls as he moved faster. My knees ached with each friction but the pleasure was too intense to stop. He was so damn deep I could feel him in my stomach. I twisted my hips again, chasing that spot that made my eyes roll back in its sockets. He was so damn close I could feel it. My hips started gliding forward on its own to pick his pace, “Good girl.” He murmured, sucking on my lips, savoring every sound I made, his grip on my waist almost bruising as he took control completely.

Just before he spilled inside me, he lifted me up on impulse. Hot cum spilled over my stomach as his body tensed. I helped him through it, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing cock and stroking him from base to tip until the last drop coated my fingers.

His head fell back. “Fuck!” Eyes still shut, chest heaving. “That was epic.”

By the time his penis softened in my palm, Thane finally relaxed back against the seat, his chest was rising fast, sweat clinging to his skin like we’d just survived a marathon. Somehow, the way his damp hair stuck to the side of his neck only made him look more unfairly attractive.

I waited for him to open his eyes because there was no way I was letting that conversation slide.

Finally, he sat up and studied my face for a second. “What’s that look?” he asked. “You didn’t have fun?”

I rolled my eyes instantly. “I think we can actually have a real conversation now.”

He shifted slightly, like he was fully prepared to listen this time. “I’m all ears.”

I took a deep breath. “I think the word girlfriend is a pretty big word, and I wanna believe you only said that because we got carried away earlier—”

“Wait, wait.” He cut me off, his brows pulling together in confusion. “What do you mean by girlfriend?”

I stared at him. No way. Please tell me he didn’t just forget he said it. Because that was exactly what I was afraid of.

My chest tightened painfully. The high from a moment ago crashed hard. All the doubts I’d been pushing down came rushing back. Wait… He's not planning on taking it back, right? Suddenly, the fear that I was just a distraction started pushing its way back into my head again, that the ‘girlfriend’ word slipped out in the heat of the moment and didn’t actually mean anything.

But… How could he? After everything we’d been through, after I let myself trust him again, after I let myself fall even deeper… was I still just ‘Shorty’ to him? Someone he wanted but couldn’t fully claim?

The insecurity burned in my throat. I looked away, totally embarrassed of how much I sounded desperate and crazy to even think he'd actually mean it. “You called me your girlfriend,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. I hoped I was still wrong. “When we were… you said it like you meant it. Or maybe I just heard what I wanted to hear.”

Thane went still. His hand, which had been resting on my thigh, tightened slightly. “Short…” he started, his tone lower now.

“If you didn’t mean it,” I cut him off before he could land. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his eyes even though it terrified me. “Just say it. I can handle it. I just… I need to know where I stand with you. Because I’m all in, Thane. And if you’re not, I need to know before this destroys me.”

But the way he looked at me, I felt like I already knew what he was about to say…