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A deep breath comes from my chest, and he holds tight to my waist as he thrusts quick and fast, causing my boobs to bounce and my hands to slide from behind me. I reach up and grab the cabinet as he bends down and sucks my nipple, causing a tingling sensation between my thighs. I moan in approval and he switches to the other breast.

“You like that?” he asks.

“Yes.” I move my hand and grasp the back of his head as he sucks and licks, biting slightly with his teeth. He fucks me harder, driving himself into me, filling me completely. A rush of wetness slides out of me as a new amazing orgasm shakes my legs and I cry out.

“Jesus,” I pant, not expecting that. He smiles and keeps going. I pull him to me and kiss him with fervor, and moments later, his body jerks as he comes with a strangled moan.

He pulls out, his breath coming out in a rush, his head down as mine rests against the cabinet.

Running a hand through his hair, he coughs, looking at me and lifting his lips. “God, that was good,” he says. I bite my own grin, breathing just as hard. His eyes look down my body, and he shakes his head slightly. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

I blush slightly now that the heaviness from being turned on has subsided, but I toss back, “You are, too.”

Because he is. He stands before me, shirtless, just fucked hair, in gray sweats with his dick still out. I could go again just looking at him. Maybe later. After all, we do have all night. “Shower?” he asks.

I nod, jumping down and grabbing my clothes from the floor. He slaps my ass and pulls me flush against him, bending down to whisper into my ear, “I love that my cum is still inside of you. It turns me on that I’m the only one who’s ever been inside of you.”

I swallow, chills racing down my arms as his hand runs over my hipbone and down to my clit. He rubs it before sticking his fingers inside of me, and I feel his hardness on my back.

I moan as my head falls against his chest. God, will we ever grow tired of one another? Will this fade?

“Could you go again?” he asks, his voice deep.

I nod.

“Good. Come on.”

Chapter Thirty

Danny

2004

Snow thaws and flowers bloom after the new year is celebrated. Bexley’s birthday falls late spring. She’s seventeen now and I tossed her a cell phone when she was sitting on my couch, eating a bowl of Ramen noodles and watchingPimp my Rideon MTV.

“It’s been time for you to have one of those,” I say.

I honestly hate calling her house and talking to her uncle. It’s clear the prick hates me. Not that he doesn’t have good reason. He isn’t a stupid man. He knows I’m no good, but I love his niece and I’d knuckle up with the fucker if he ever tried to keep her from me. She smiles and opens the box, taking the pink Razr phone out.

“Wow, fancy,” she says, flipping the phone open. She looks over at me in thanks.

“I got me a new one, too,” I say, pulling the dark gray Razr from my pocket. “No more landlines.” I can’t use the Nextel Chirp for personal phone calls, so I needed a phone where I could call her at any time, and vice versa.

“What? You didn’t want a pink one, too?” she teases. I roll my eyes, grabbing a smoke from the table and placing it between my lips.

Time presses forward and I keep my promise to Bexley. I don’t make plans when I know I can’t keep them. In fact, I hardly make plans. It’s better that way, and I think my girl digs the spontaneous moments we have.

I can’t keep my hands off her. Every chance we get, we fuck until she’s shaking in my arms. I know everything she likes now, and she’s grown confident riding me until I come balls deep inside of her.

She’s so goddamn beautiful it hurts sometimes.

Paul graduated from college this fall with a bachelor’s in politics, and Samuel has been working full-time now with a construction crew. Ma is still attending Mass every Sunday and playing bridge weekly with her friends. I didn’t totally ignore my brother’s advice, and I moved out after Christmas. I keep my home a secret, though. Only Bexley knows where I live. Johnny doesn’t even know, and he gives me shit about it constantly.

“It’s smart to keep some things secret, Johnny.”

“I didn’t think we kept secrets,” he says one morning as we ride out of town, heading to Robin County for a moonshine run. Winter has rolled in again, and the windshield wipers are doing their best to keep the snow off. Since the takedown of Warren and his crew, we’ve been laying low. We all were brought in for questioning shortly after that went down. But the thing about the law is, when you have no evidence, you have no case, and the fact we’ve been chill has helped it all blow over.

“Yeah, well, it’s not personal. You know I love you like a brother and I don’t tell them either.”

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