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“Don’t want to move, Vi. It feels like I’ve come home.”

Chapter Twenty

Demon

My cock is softening, slipping out of her. Her juices are making the bed wet. I’ll have to move soon; I don’t want to. For a second, I regret I hadn’t played Russian roulette and had forgone the condom.

I wait for regrets to sink in. Wait for my head to say what I’ve just done is the most stupid mistake I’ve ever made in my life. I’ve fucked Nathan’s sister. While my head’s in turmoil, Vi’s quiet, snuggled into my side as if she’s meant to be there. The place she never should have taken. I wait for that voice saying what I’ve done is wrong, but it stays quiet. No regrets? None at all.

I should never have made her get my name inked on her body. From that moment on, I was fighting a battle I’d had no chance of winning. It hadn’t helped that she’d wanted me, too. One thing I’m learning about my soon-to-be wife, if she desires something she goes after it. Once I came into this room I didn’t have a fuckin’ chance. Seems I’m the lucky bastard she wants.

While I’m loathe to lose the connection, my cock, now flaccid, leaves the warmth of her body. Leaning over, I kiss her forehead. “Gonna go clean up, Vi.”

She turns, her face unreadable. A cold feeling settles over me, wondering if she’s the one having regrets, fearing I might have taken advantage of her. Then she smiles, her hand reaches out to caress my face, a little tentatively, as if unsure of her welcome. Taking it in mine, I turn it over, placing my lips to the palm. Then I leave the bed.

It’s only then I realise. “Fuck, Vi,” I start with a self-deprecating laugh. “I didn’t even take my clothes off. Sorry, hardly romantic, was it?”

Her hand stretches out but she can’t reach me. Her eyes are half-hooded but match the smile on her lips. “Think it shows I drove you crazy.”

Out of control, I’d call it. But crazy? Yeah. That’s a good enough word for it. “Reckon it won’t be for the last time.” As I say it, I mean it, and I’m not just referring to in bed. Vi’s a strong woman, and we’ll end up butting heads. But the make-up sex? Yeah, that will be out of this world amazing. I start to take a step away, then remember. “Hey, Vi. How’s your back? Didn’t give it a fuckin’ thought?”

She wriggles.God, that body!

“Neither did I,” she laughs. “But now you mention it, it is a little sore. How’s your tat?”

“What tat?” I smile down at her. I’m used to being inked. And that small tattoo I got earlier today was nothing compared to when I had my back patch done. Nothing to distract me from the incredible feeling of being inside her. Leaning down, I place another light kiss to her head. “Hang on here for a moment.”

“If you think I have the energy to move, you’re wrong,” she groans.

Then I’ve done my job right.

It’s only a moment before I’m back from the bathroom with a washcloth. I tap her legs, pleased when she opens them for me, loving that she’s not shy and she lets me clean her up. I’m momentarily distracted by her glistening cunt. I want to experience that time and time again.

Part of me wishes I’d tried to make her pregnant; the thought that I was an inch away from doing so doesn’t disturb me. Not for one second. My decision had been right. Need to get shit put behind us before we move forward. What is worrying is how far I’ve let her in and how fast.

Nah. Always had feelings for her. Just, now she’s old enough to act on them without me ending up in jail.

“You ever going to get undressed?” Her voice sounds lazy as she stretches, in much the same way as Bitch does.

“Thinking about it.”

I smirk, realising how ridiculous this is. I can’t remember the last time I was in bed with a woman forgetting myself so entirely I’d done nothing more than slide down my zipper. She stares as I at last get down to business, ripping my tee over my head, then sliding my jeans and boxers off, toeing my boots away so I can remove them entirely.

Then, as she moves her finger in a circle, I turn a full three-hundred-and-sixty degrees. I keep myself fit. Even at thirty-five there’s not an ounce of fat on me. When I’m facing her again, I relish the appreciative look in her eyes.

When her arms open in welcome, I lay down beside her, chuckling as she shifts away from the wet spot and pulling her into my arms. Nuzzling my lips against her hair, I grow serious.

“Gonna need to rethink a lot of things, Vi. Gonna take a moment to get our heads around this step we’ve just taken.”

“Don’t you see this is right, D? You and me?” She bites her lip.

“I remember the day you were born, Vi. Even then, Nathan was so proud that he had a sister. You became ours to protect from that moment on. It was only a day or so later, I first got to hold you. You opened those blue eyes, looked straight into mine, and I fell in love with you.”

A small frown darkens her face. “A different type of love, D.”

I lean back onto the pillow, the arm that’s not around her covering my eyes as I prepare to tell her a truth I’m only just now admitting.

“I remember how you clung to me at Nathan’s funeral, Vi. Seeking my comfort and support as we shared the loss of that person so important to us both. You were sixteen; I, of course, ten years older. I know the feelings I had then that a man shouldn’t have for a child. I wanted to hold onto you forever.”

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