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“Ride me, baby,” I encourage, and she does just that. She’s facing me and looking into my eyes. Her hands are on the seat, and I have my hands wrapped around her waist.
She begins to move, slow at first, then faster, her body taking me in like she was made for this—for me. I kiss her while our bodies move in sync. Our breaths mix when we break the kiss, and I take over, slamming into her with precision and speed. She moans, and our bodies move in sync, lost in each other.
I grip her hips, guiding her as she rides me, her moans growing louder, raw and uninhibited. The way she feels is enough to drive me insane.
“Fuck, Lawliss,” I groan, my fingers digging into her skin. “You feel so good.”
She gasps, her nails raking down my chest as she throws her head back, completely lost in the pleasure. “Eddie… I’m—”
“I know, baby. Let go,” I whisper, flipping her onto her back without pulling out. I thrust deep, slow, then faster, chasing the edge with her.
I flip her onto her back on the leather seat, not pulling out, the car rocking slightly with our movements. Her body tightens around me, and with one final thrust, she shatters, her cry muffled against my mouth as I kiss her through it. The feeling drags me under with her, and I groan, spilling into her as I bury my face in the crook of her neck.
For a while, neither of us moves. Our breathing slows, her fingers trailing lazily over my back.
She lets out a satisfied sigh, and I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“We’re here,” she says, and I realize she’d succeeded in distracting me. I chuckle, cleaning her up and then myself.
Chapter Twenty -Two
Lawliss
Bringing Eddie here was a risky move, but seeing him so disoriented after that dream crushed me. I hesitated before deciding, knowing this could backfire. But he’s my boyfriend—yes, boyfriend. The word still feels foreign, like something I shouldn’t be allowed to claim.
After my divorce, I found myself at a crossroads, unsure of who I was without Derrick, without the life I’d built around someone else. And Eddie—without even knowing—has become my anchor. Some might call him my rebound, but I know better. This is different. This is more. And that scares me shitless.
I just hope bringing him here to meet his parents for the first time in years doesn’t end what we are building. I want him to heal and I feel this could be the first step.
My heart skips as I glance at myself, smoothing my dress, checking my reflection to make sure I don’t look like someone who has been freshly fucked. But I have been. Freshly fucked. The thought alone makes heat rush to my cheeks. I still can’t believe I actually seduced him. I’ve never done that before—I mean, I’m all rigid and not sexy. At least, that’s what Derrick always said. But Eddie had looked at me like I was something to be unraveled, something to be savored, and for once, I felt like I was more than enough.
“We’re here,” I whisper, more to myself than to him.
Eddie raises a brow, his voice teasing but laced with curiosity. “You don’t say.”
His humor eases some of my nerves, but when I inhale, the weight of what I’m about to do presses down on me. “Cave Hill Cemetery.”
His face gives nothing away. No flicker of hesitation. No anger. Just silence. A moment too long, and doubt sinks its claws into me. Shit. Have I overstepped? My chest tightens, panic creeping in.
Then he reaches for my hand, his grip firm, grounding. “Hey… hey… it’s okay.”
I exhale, releasing a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. “I really thought I’d overstepped. I mean—”
“I’m glad you brought me here,” he interrupts, voice steady.
I search his face. “Really?”
“Yeah.” A long exhale, like he’s been carrying something heavy for far too long. “Yeah.”
He gets out of the car, helps me get out, and then taps Josh on the shoulder as he passes. Josh nods and steps back, giving us space.
Eddie turns to me, extending his hand. “Come with me.”
I slide my hand into his—instinct, no hesitation. His grip is solid, warm, and grounding. We walk side by side, the air heavy, but neither of us says a word.
Then, as we near the graves, his steps falter. Just for a second. He exhales that deep, steady breath he always takes when he’s about to face something hard. I guess that hasn’t changed.
“Come on.” His voice is quiet but firm as he pulls me along.
