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As her hands caress my chest, she begins undulating up and down, swiveling her hips when she’s completely impaled. “Does it matter? Because it doesn’t to me, not one fucking bit,” she huffs out, punctuating each word with a rhythm that’s older than time.

“Just saying, sweetheart, this is killing my street cred,” I reply, my own hands roaming her delectable body. She’s lost weight, which I don’t like one single bit, but now that I’m home, hopefully that’ll change because she won’t be running herself as ragged as she was doing.

“Rebel,” she growls, which makes me laugh because she tries to be fierce, but she’s like a tiny kitten who’s playing with their littermates. All hiss and no real claws. “Not worried about any alleged street cred you might have as long as we both always get there with each other. Doesn’t matter if it takes us five minutes or five hours. Although five hours might be a bit rough on the lady bits.”

And… this is another reason I love this woman. Even in the midst of us reconnecting the way we’ve both needed to since the accident, she still makes me laugh. I can feel my spine tingle as my balls draw up just as her pussy puts a chokehold on my dick. With one hand stroking across her nipple, I slide the other to the apex of her thighs and begin circling my thumb around her clit.

She explodes around me, milking every ounce of cum out of me as her head lowers and she kisses me while we both ride out our releases. Once the aftershocks subside, she leans down and says, “I love you, Rebel. Thank you for coming home to us.”

“I’ll always come home to y’all, Holly. As long as there’s breath in my body,” I promise. “It just took a little longer this time.”

Chapter Twelve

Holly

The girls are ‘watching’Rebel as I run a few errands today. I’m going by the Harley-Davidson store to pick up a new gremlin bell for the bike he’ll get to replace the one that was totaled. The insurance company is still handling all that bullshit, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s a done deal. He’s a biker, he needs a new bike, plain and simple. I’m also picking up my bouquet, the girls’ flowers, and the boutonnieres for the pastor and Rebel. Outside of Pappy walking me down the aisle to Rebel, we’re only having the girls as our attendants.

Personally, I would’ve been just as happy going to the courthouse since it’s not like I’m a blushing, virginal bride, but Grammy reminded me I always wanted to get married on the farm. The property itself is sprawling with wildflowers and the surface itself is relatively flat, so the area where Pappy, Samuel, and Rebel’s brothers built the gazebo is perfectly situated. In fact, I think Pappy plans to build an outdoor kitchen nearby after they put in an inground pool.

I nearly fell over in shock when she told me while we were sorting through seeds for this year’s vegetable garden. She said that she and Pappy talked about it and they both felt it would help Rebel in his recovery. They’re going to make sure it’s heated, and it’ll have a hot tub in one of the corners. When I protested, she reminded me that someday, the property would belong to me, so they were investing in our future.

I just wish I felt better. With Rebel being home for almost a week now, my running back and forth is minimal at best. In short, I’m getting a good night’s sleep every night, and eating far better than I was during his hospital and rehab stays. Still, I’m exhausted to the marrow of my bones, even though Grammy thoroughly cleaned the house once the contractor, Pappy, and the brothers were finished with the things they renovated, swapped the girls’ clothes out since Spring is around the corner, made me a list of what they’re going to need to supplement their wardrobes,andshe made meals and put them in our freezer! So, all I’ve had to do is stay out of the way of his therapists and his home health nurse when they show up. I’m all caught up with my clients’ work for the time being as well.

Sighing, I haul my ass out of my SUV and head into the store. “Hey, Holly!” the clerk, Piper, calls out when she sees me walk in the door.

“Hey, Piper, how are you today?” I ask once I reach the counter.

“Good, good. Hold on, it just came back from the engraver,” she replies, reaching underneath the display case and pulling out a box. She opens it up and pulls out a tissue-wrapped item, then carefully unwraps it to hand it to me.

I take it and turn it back and forth, a small smile on my face. My man and his superstitions about his bike had me doing a deepdive on the internet, especially with what his brothers shared. When I found out that I could get one engraved, I jumped on that with both feet. Tilting it carefully, I see,Near or far, wherever you are, I’m always with you. Holly.

“This is perfect, Piper,” I tell her, handing it back. I watch as she wraps it once again, puts it in the box, then she quickly and efficiently wraps it before she puts it in one of the store’s Harley-Davidson bags.

“I hope he likes it,” she says, giving me the bag.

“I’m sure he will. I already have the mason jar so we can take care of his old one.”

She shakes her head, grinning at me. “You’re a good ol’ lady, Holly.”

“Appreciate you saying that because I still feel like I’m learning on the fly most days.” I take out my list and cross that task off. “Okay, now to go grab flowers and some sparkly barrettes for the girls’ hair.”

“Congratulations to you both.”

“Thank you,” I reply. “See y’all soon, I’m sure.”

In fact, I know they will since I saw quite a few cute tops I need to add to my wardrobe, as well as Mina’s and Ruby’s. I mean, Grammydidsay they both had to have some new shirts.

It doesn’t take me long to pick up the flowers, which the florist has in a temperature-controlled box. “Holly, just have your grandfather drop this off when y’all are done with it,” Mrs. Hester says. When I go to hand her Pappy’s credit card, she shakes her head. “No, ma’am, Samuel came by and took care of paying for your flowers.”

“He did?” I whisper. I mean, I know he loves me and the girls, but I wasn’t expecting anything like that at all!

“Yes, he did. Told me you were the daughter of his heart and with Paul covering everything else, he wanted to try and sneak in and pay for something,” she replies, giggling.

I shake my head because the two of them have been doing that since all the preparations went into high gear. Hell, when Grammy went to the bakery to get the cake so we could put it in her refrigerator, she found out thebrotherspaid for that, as well as the food we’re having catered for the reception! I think Grammy said that Ash and Data were going to pick all the food up later, along with the warmers, and that they’d paid two of the waitresses from the bar to come and serve. Oh, and… the club picked up the tab for the booze as well.

“What do I need to do to keep the flowers fresh?” I ask.

“Not a thing. The box is insulated, and I put the stuff we use inside that’ll keep them from wilting,” she replies. “Congratulations to you and Rebel, and those precious girls of yours!”

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