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We let go of each other.
“It’s done now, Jay, and hey, I have a new fiancée to look after now. Maybe I’ll do a better job with her?”
“Or maybe you need to find your own woman who actually loves you for you, that you love so fucking fiercely you may even want to buy your own Christmas presents for her, and not someone your mother tells you to marry.”
He considers that for a moment. “Touché. Good one. How would I do that?”
“Stand up for yourself. Tell your parents where to shove it. Sell your house. Disown them? You’ve been unhappy for years, Owen.”
“Yeah. That sounds like financial suicide.” He pulls another fake smile. I know him so well, I can tell. “I’m off. Oh, I will leave my key.” He pulls it from his pocket. “I don’t ever want to walk in on, well, you know.” Then he turns to leave.
Smirking, I nod. Yeah, I never want that to happen either.
He stops walking, then swivels back round to face me. “I never would have punched you. You’re my boy. You know that, right?”
I nod my head.
He keeps going. “She’s been through enough trauma. I would never,ever, have been violent in front of her, or hurt you. That wouldn’t be fair to her.”
Christ, maybe he does have a heart after all.
With a wink, Owen leaves.
“Thanks for not punching me,” I call after him.
“I’m too pretty for jail,” he shouts back. “So is Lincoln. You’d fit right in, though.” We both full-belly-laugh as he shuts the door.
With excitement brewing in my belly, I run… fucking run, to my girl.
We’re gonna be just fine.
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“Mine.” I kiss Skye’s tattooed ankle, trying to ignore the bruises, just below it, from the chains she’d been restrained in.
“Mine.” Moving up her body, I kiss her outer thigh.
“Mine.” I kiss her inner thigh, making her squirm and giggle.
“Mine.” I kiss her hip and bunch up her top, revealing her toned stomach.
“Mine.” I drag my nose downward over her skin to the top of her pussy, glad that she left her underwear off when she ran out to confront Owen.
“Mine.” I cover her whole pussy with my mouth, licking and then kissing her clit, causing breathless gasps to leave her throat.
She reaches out to entwine our fingers together as she grinds her pussy against my mouth a few times, then grabs either side of my face, pulling me up to her smiling lips. “I’m yours.”
“All mine.” I kiss her lips, then her cheek, and move down her neck. “All of you. You belong to me.”
Making my blood course through my veins like a rocket, she agrees, “My heart belongs to you, Jay.”
My lips find hers again, and with slow, languid kisses, we lose ourselves in each other.
It’s not long before our bodies demand more and my hand tightens in her hair, making her sense my need.
Feeling as desperate, Skye unzips my jeans with urgency, pulling my hard cock from my jeans, stroking me as I awkwardly remove the uncooperative fabric from my legs. I can’t fucking think straight when she touches me. No longer a fantasy, I still can’t believe how we got here.
