Page 63 of Where You Left Me

“Fuck. Jones,” I cry.

“Yeah, Peaches, just like that. Cry it out each time I slam into you. Let the entire town of Maple Ridge know you’re mine.”

I let the comment slide. Because tonight, I am his.

“Jones,” I shout as he thrusts harder, faster, I clamp my thighs around his chest, holding him to me so he doesn’t even think about stopping.

“Yes, Mia. You’re mine. This pussy is mine.” He dives deeper, I didn’t even think it was possible. But he does. He reaches me in places no one else ever has. He has me seeing stars.

“Yours,” I cry in admittance.

It seems to be the exact thing he needs to hear because his expression shifts from lustful to adoring.

“You’re going to come with me, Mia. Not a second sooner.”

I buck against him, my breathing erratic, my legs thrashing. I’m going to lose my fucking mind if he doesn’t let me come.

“Now, Mia. Come for me now like a good girl,” he growls.

And I do. I collapse, giving into the pleasure, giving into the descent. I shatter and disintegrate into a billion pieces at Jones’s mercy and held in his embrace.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” he drags out the last word on a strangled breath before stifling his screams into my shoulder, biting his teeth into my skin.

Our breathing is irregular, but we share in it. We revel in it. His shoulders shake and apprehension snakes in my gut.

Is he crying?

But he lifts his chin and I catch the playful, crooked smile stretched on his. He chuckles. Relief fills me.

“That was…probably the best it’s ever been.”

He spreads lazy kisses starting at my shoulder and works them up my arm. “Mia, you continue to amaze me, you know that?”

“Hopefully in a good way.” My glance shoots away from him, suddenly embarrassed and I don’t even know why.

“I mean it in the only way it can be intended.” He lifts my chin in his hand so I can’t look anywhere but at him. “You’re amazing. You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. You’re mine.”

A lump works its way up my throat. I want to correct him, but at this moment, I can’t think of any reason why.

CHAPTER 17

Jones

Walking into Base Camp Sports feels different. It’s as if the store itself is aware of Mia’s return. The atmosphere is different even. It somehow feels like it did before she left. Like the axels that have gone to shit have finally aligned.

Ellis is talking to customers in the bike rental department when I pass. Mrs. C. is on the register. Which means Mia is most likely stocking shelves or on a break.

My head spins. It rewinds back to the days long ago but not forgotten. When I’d come into Base Camp and find Mia stocking shelves and she’d yank me into the storage room. We’d dry hump like the horny teenagers we were.

But that’s not why I’m here today. Mrs. C. spots me and gives me a wave. I shuffle toward the front sales counter and wait for the line to clear before I approach. Mrs. C. rounds the counter.

“Hey, Jones. How are you?” She gives me a kiss on each cheek.

“I’m fine. How are you this morning?”

“Good. It’s a good day.”

It hasn’t been long, but I’m already aware of what that means. It means Mr. C. is having a good day. Things have been up and down since his stroke.

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