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I love how proud she is when she explains it to me. Lifting her wrist higher, I place a kiss over the spot, marking her.

‘Do you want any more tattoos, piercings or anything like that?’ It’s not something I expected from her, but I guess we never really discussed it, as it wasn’t a possibility when we were just teens.

‘Hmmm.’ She muses for a while, looking up at the celestial sky. ‘Yeah, probably. I’d get one on my ring finger. More permanent, you know? Then I think I’d get a couple more in places that are a little more hidden and forbidden, but I just don’t know what yet. You?’

‘Tattoos, yes. Piercings, no. I don’t know what type of tattoos I’d want, but I know I want them.’

We continue drinking and I feel myself getting riskier and friskier by the minute. I can’t seem to keep my hands off her. Something I’ve definitely worked out about myself is that I like taking control in the bedroom. I’m big on being the dominant one, and getting a little rough. It’s not something I’ve explicitly discussed with previous partners before, but there have been no complaints.

Even now, Amity seems to love the harshness of my fingers denting into her ass. I rock her back and forth over my unfortunately clothed, hardened cock as we heavily makeout. I can’t see what she’s wearing underneath her dress, but I sure as fuck can hear the snap when I pull her miniscule G-string back before it clashes with her skin. If her biting my lower lip doesn’t give it away that she likes what I’m doing, her words do.

‘Do you like it rough, baby?’

‘Yes.’ Her gasp in my mouth excites me.

‘How rough?’

‘Hard enough that I feel like I’ve been used.’

‘And how dirty?’

Her whisper sends a chill down my spine. ‘Filthy.’ She keeps rocking over me, getting frantic as she tugs the ends of the hairs at the nape of my neck.

Jesus, I need to know how filthy. Pulling my head back, I look to the sky, silently praying to God to give me enough strength to get home before I fuck her senseless in this field.

‘Let’s get the fuck out of here.’ Slapping both her bottom cheeks and earning myself a squeal, I yank her up.

As we walk back to the distillery, I type in my address into Uber and see that it will take ten minutes for it to arrive. On the way home, we get the chattiest driver of all time. I don’t think he actually takes a breath the entire time, which absurdly adds to the sexual tension between Amity and I.

After what feels like forever, we reach my house. Holding her bag in one hand and her hand in the other, we sing our goodbyes to the driver and bolt up the driveway.

‘He didn’t stop talking!’ Amity laughs as she keeps up behind me.

‘I’m half afraid he’s going to invite himself in.’ Unlocking the door and keying the alarm off, I step aside for her to come inside. Switching on the downlights, she’s seeing a completely new part of my life for the first time. It’s not my childhood bedroom. It’s not hers. It’s something I’ve built—or bought—without her.

While it’s not our home we’ve dreamed about, it’s my place for now. Taking in the space, she swans gracefully through the house, caressing each surface she passes. Sure, there could be a lot more life injected into the space amongst all the stone tones, windows and timber textures, but it hasn’t been a focus of mine while I build up my portfolio. If anything, this is my transition home before I settle down. I never invested time because it wasn’t the home I wanted. The one I want is still with Amity.

‘It’s kind of boring,’ She calls me out, wrinkling her nose.

I scoff out a laugh at her audacity.

‘Is the bedroom any better?’ The lilt in her voice tells me she wants to skip straight past the home tour, and I’m not unhappy about it. She’s so damn sexy, and she doesn’t even know it. I’m taken aback by this new side of her. Again, I become momentarily morose when I see her growth has nothing to do with me.

‘Want to find out?’ I tease, temporarily switching off all my emo thoughts. ‘Down the hall to the left.’ I cock my head in the direction she should head. Swaying her hips, the minx entrances me with each step she takes. Her hair kisses her ass—the same ass that I hope to play with tonight. Her scent surrounds me the closer I get, wrapping me up in an intoxicating haze. As she enters the shroud of darkness, I flip the lights on again, lighting up my most intimate space. I definitely don’t think about the scores of women who have ended up in here, but rather focus on making the woman in front of me want to stay. Forever.

Again, she peruses the space. The room is a lot darker than the rest of the house, with navy sheer curtains that cast a midnight effect over the room. The same shade bedspread complements the wooden accents, and I’m rather proud of how stylish the room looks, considering I only looked up a few Pinterest boards.

Holding my breath, I’m dying to know what she thinks, or what her next move will be. We’re tipsy, but we’re not inebriated enough to get into anything we both don’t want.

‘Amity?’

Chapter 33

Show Me Your God

Amity

‘Baby?’ I hear Linc’s voice, but it sounds so far away to my ears as I wrestle between being a horny hoe and vengeful viper at the thought of him with other women in here. Her.

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