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I groan; it feels so good. I groan again when he starts to move and my pussy clenches around the sweet bliss of his cock sliding in and out, hitting me just right.

“That’s it, baby. Now you’re going to cum around my cock before I paint you with me.”

I nod. “Yes. Make me cum. I’m all yours.”

He spreads my legs wider. My body shakes from the force of his fucking. He plunges deep, spearing me over and over as I stare up at him. My pussy clenches, my legs spasm. My jaw drops open and I’m swimming somewhere in the warm waters on a starlit beach for a moment, reliving the very first moment he made me feel this good.

When I catch my breath, he slows, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. “Good, baby?”

I nod. “So good.”

He pulls out and I only mourn the loss for a moment. Then Luke fists his cock and strokes it for me. Rough, jerky motions like he’s close to cumming too. “God, you look so good like that. So pretty. You look so perfect when you cum for me.”

“Are you going to do what you promised?”

He nods. “Always.”

He grunts as his hand speeds up. His mouth opens and he pumps his cock firmly until warm liquid spills onto my belly and over my pussy.

When droplets scatter over my skin and he’s pumped the last of his cum, giving it to me, I smile. Gathering it in my hand, I rub it into my skin. Luke’s cock gives a final jerk and he sucks in a breath. “Mmm, that’s better. You’ll wear that for the rest of the day. You walk out of here knowing how it’s going to be from now on.”

I sit and pull him into a hug that drags him down on top of me on the bed. “From now on. I promise. And whatever happens, we’ll get through it together, because I love you.”

He lifts up to stare down at me, and I see him swallow before he speaks. “You do?”

I nod. “I do. I know it’s soon and I don’t care. I love you. You don’t have to say it back, if you’re not ready.”

“Are you kidding me?” He drops his head for a moment to drink me in with a passionate kiss. “I love you, Mia. I have for ages. That night on the beach ten years ago. You were it for me. I’ve never felt that way about another girl. And I never will.”

I hold him close, wrapping my arms and legs around him to squeeze him tight. “And you’re it for me, Luke Wilson. So we’d better find a way for me to stay in Rosella Bay.”

We don’t even change the sheets. I’m not sure if Oliver is coming back to the apartment, or if he’s staying with friends or family. I don’t care. All I know is I’m so sure of what I’m doing for the first time in ages. I’m no longer second guessing my decisions.

TWENTY SIX

Luke

I assume Mia will want to go back to her place when we get to Rosella Bay, but she surprises me by asking if she can stay at mine. “Too many memories at my place.”

I pull her against me where I’m leaning back against my truck and kiss her slowly. “Some good ones, surely?”

She laughs against my lips and I just want to sink into more kisses, but we should get going.

“Yeah. Definitely some good ones, but at your place we can make all new memories. All good ones.”

Despite the fact we have to drive separate cars, I’m grinning when I get into the truck. I think I’ve always dreamed about making memories with Mia at the ramshackle old four-beddie I bought on a whim years ago. I’ve spent far too many hours imagining her sitting in the yard with her easel or curling up with me by the fire in winter. Tucking our kids into bed—whoa, I probably need to slow down before I get carried away. Besides, the place needs work. I hope she doesn’t think too badly of me when she sees it. Somehow, though, I’m sure she won’t.

Mia’s plan is to go straight to the address she found in her father’s file and see if she can speak with Margaret, then head past Bambara Street to collect anything else she needs before joining me at mine.

I drive into town, heading for the Inlet Views. I’ve got some time to kill and I want to check on Mum and Dad since they’ll be back from Sydney today, too. I don’t even make it out of the car, though, before I know the news is going to be bad. When I stop the engine and fish my phone out of my pocket to text Mia and make sure she made it safe, there’s a message from Mum.

Mum: give me a call when you get this. We have the results of your dad’s test back.

A hundred furry little legs crawl across my skin as I read it. If it was good news, she would have just written it in the text.

Striding from the truck, I’m through the front door and halfway up the stairs before the buzzer at reception finishes ringing.

“It’s Luke,” I call out as I open the door to the part of the building that makes up their home. The back part of the main building and the first floor above reception are all part of the residence. The kitchen, which faces north, is full of bright winter sunshine that feels at odds with the creeping sense of dread in my guts.

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