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I heard her make the sound, the shuddering groan, and felt her ripple around me. It wasn’t quick, and the strokes weren’t deep. Not at first. But eventually I buried myself entirely in her. She screamed into the pillow, and I felt her fingers brush against my balls.

“Do it, do it,” I said. She was furiously playing with herself, and I felt her clench. She shrieked again, and I went faster. I was less gentle, I went faster, deeper. I felt her fingering become more furious as well.

This moment was the reason I so enjoyed taking women from behind. The fact that this was my Sadie could only make it perfect beyond imagination.

“Oh, fuck!” Sadie screamed, and everything went tight. I shuddered, and I felt my self-control crumple. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Her words trailed off into a series of groans and cries.

“Sadie…” my voice died in my throat and I almost lost my footing as my cock erupted inside her. I came to the brink of being emotional as my balls emptied into her. It seemed like something more than my jizz was spewing out of me. I held onto her hips like a like life preserver.

We didn’t stay in that position long, she was trembling, and my knees were almost gone.

I put my arms around her and buried my face in her hair.

It had never been like this before. This was hardly the first time I had finished balls deep in a beautiful woman’s ass. More often, I would work the backdoor until they came, and then while they were in the orgasmic aftershock I would come in their face. I was Apollo, glorious and might. I was Pan, the deviant who had pillaged their ass and turned their flawless makeup into a toaster strudel.

Except now. Now?I was just Kyle. I felt a contentment that I had never known before.

This was better than all the gin I had swilled, all the escorts I had railed and decorated, and all the excess and decadence I had wallowed through since doing that first job taking out the inner circle of a Miami-Cuban Cartel.

I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, but seeing her red faced and with my load running down the cheek of her ass, it didn’t really seem like the best time.

“I love you.” I said it anyway.

Chapter Twenty-One

Sadie…

“I love you.”

I froze, the only sounds rippling through the ringing silence in the wake of those three words was the push and pull of the surf below in counterpoint to the push and pull of our breath filling and leaving our lungs.

“What?” I asked, barely able believe I’d just heard what I thought I just heard.

“You heard me,” he said, and I searched his face, giving him a long, slow blink.

“Really?” I whispered. His smile was a careful one, edged in sadness and I uttered, “Look at me.”

His night dark eyes rose to mine. “I never stopped looking for you, Shady. Not once.”

“Stop with the stupid name,” I chided, annoyed that he would ruin the moment with it. His eyes flashed, his nostrils flaring in his own irritation.

“Do you know why I call you that?”

“No,” I said, immediately on the defensive and hating how quickly and easily he was always able to flip the script on me.

“Shady Brooks; think about it… can you honestly tell me there’s nothing more peaceful than hanging out in the grass under the shade of the trees next to a nice cool brook? It’s all about the context, baby. How many times have I told you that? Peace, Shady… every time that stupid ass nickname was uttered, I saw peace. That’s what you were to me, what youareto me…peace.”

I choked up and searched him out, trying to decide if he was being genuine or if he was just being manipulative again.

He reached out and cupped my face, leaning forward to press his forehead to mine. Incredibly close, incredibly intimate. I closed my eyes and what he said broke the careful walls I had been trying to erect around my heart where he was concerned.

“I love you, and I am so glad I fucking found you, even though you disappeared. Ineverstopped looking…”

“Kyle…” I couldn’t say more. My voice strangled with the thick rope of emotion that’d found its way around my throat.

“It’s okay.” He raised his lips to my forehead and pressed them there, before retreating from me and slipping off the edge of the bed. “Stay right there,” he ordered, and I tried to breathe around the tears that threatened.

He didn’t know, and I couldn’t tell him… I hadn’t disappeared. I’d had to run away. Just two months before I aged out of the system, I’d had to run or risk another beating… or worse.

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