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“Look at how prettily she takes me. Look how she missed me, welcoming me, like a good fucking girl.” Pressing down, he holds the back of my thighs as he bottoms out, his sac pressing against my back hole. “Let me know if it gets to be too much, wildcat. But you’re taking me so well.” Gliding out, he strokes back into me. My pussy is so open for him. The pressure and intensity of this position is mind-blowing. It’s an almost an out-of-body experience with my head cocooned between my knees as Ulysses completely surrounds me with his big body. I feel open, vulnerable, yet cared for at the same time.

“Look at you, just beautiful,” he praises, his eyes clouded with an intensity that almost makes me want to shy away. “Taking me so good. You missed this?” I nod, words caught in my throat, letting him fill me again and again. “Missed me?” He almost sounds plaintive.

“Yes,” I manage.

“Good, because I need you to take more.” He angles his body. “I need you to take it all, wildcat,” he grounds out, his hips increasing in pace and intensity until he’s driving into me, fucking me like I owe him money. He hits my spot with every pass. The pressure rises and rises, taking me higher than I have ever been. Him hitting my spot with the blunt head of his dick is almost painful, but I whine and beg for more. I’m babbling nonsense as he fucks me. My legs start to shake as he demands I take all of him, then praises me more when I do.

“Such a good girl taking me so good. Giving me everything I need.”

Bliss so profound coalesces from deep within me spiraling uncontrollably until I am quaking with an orgasm so cataclysmic that my synapsis misfire.

“That’s it. Give me what’s mine, wildcat. Give me all of it.”

Distantly, I hear a shout as darkness wraps me in its loving arms.

Chapter

Twenty-Three

Kandie

I feellike my heart is breaking. I know sex doesn’t fix things. I could feel him pulling away from me later that night, even as we showered and changed the sheets.

“I have to go check on Mom,” he says later, pulling on his clothes. He shut me down with quickness when I asked if he wanted me to join him.

“She doesn’t want people seeing her like that,” he tells me.

I bit back the “So, I’m people now after you just had your dick down my throat and split me apart?” but I didn’t say shit because I could tell he was already on edge about all the damage control he’d had to do on my behalf and everything going on with his mom. Plus, I knew I was being selfish and feeling super vulnerable.

A few days later, he had my bike delivered. I all but forgot about it. “Wow, is that new?” Joi asks. She’s been hanging out at the bakery a lot more now that I’m also on the wrong side of most of the family now that the truth if what really went downwith Easy and Angel has spread among the aunties and uncles like wildfire.

“No, he just had it detailed.” I don’t bother clarifying who ‘he’ is. U and me are the worst kept secret in this town. Not that I hid from Joi or my other close girl cousins. Mama-Pete told us in no uncertain terms to stop keeping so many secrets after the travesty with Easy and Angel. Luckily, they are getting married again, so everything worked out.

“Umhm, seems like Nikki’s not the only one that has a Shelby looking out for her.” She gives me a mischievous wink hanging over the counter like a barfly. I swear this girl is nosier than me.

“See, there you go minding business that doesn’t belong to you, Joi Annabelle Lee Love.” Turning to hide my smile, I place still warm muffins on the display case alongside the newly iced cupcakes.

“Ugh, not you saying my whole horrible government name like that.” Smacking the counter to get my attention, she reaches over, taking a cupcake.

“You’re paying for that. Turn the sign to open.” Nodding, she grabs her laptop and goes over to the exact same spot Ulysses occupied after my home and shop were broken into.

People mill in. Some take their goodies to go while others sit for a spell to catch up on the gossip and ask me all about Wildcat Kandie and wanting to hear the tale of how I escaped from the sheriff and the big, bad biker gang.

“Your legend keeps growing, girl.” Ms. Ernestine chuckles, taking the cake she ordered as soon as she knew I was back up and running.

“Ms. Earnestine, if you don’t go on with that.” I laugh just as her door chimes and Pastor Nathaniel comes in and smiles like I made his whole day. Warm comfort settles over me, seeing his smiling face.

“Hey, there,” he says, coming over to the counter. His perfectly crisp, pristine white shirt has natural creases in the folds. His belt is average size around his trim hips, khaki slacks and loafers have the effect of making him look the perfect southern gentleman. Nothing like the barely tamed beast I let have me anytime he crooks his finger.

Pushing down the inward cringe at knowing this is the man I should be picking but can’t seem to muster the simplest interest in, I give him my best smile, which he returns a thousand-fold.

“What will it be? A banana nut or butter pecan muffin?” Moving to the muffins, I look over my shoulder and pause when I see a different light in his eyes. It’s more intense than I have ever seen before.

“No, I think I want something a bit different this time.” His voice lowers to an almost seductive timbre. My eyes round and I have to make myself stop before taking a step back. Wow. Where was all this swagger before I fled town?

“Um, okay?” What else is there for me to say? I think, waiting, feeling my face flush. This is wild. I’m still not attracted to him, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued.

“I’ll have a bear claw today. I’ve been so deprived since you’ve been gone. I think I can indulge a little bit now, don’t you?” His gaze eats me up.

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