Page 81 of Hello Heartbreaker

Suddenly, my past collided with my present. All these years, I’d been fucking girls, looking for a good time and trying to get Maggie out of my system. But now it was reckoning time.

So I did the only thing I could do.

I told her the truth.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Mags.” I gestured at my bed. “I’ve fucked a lot of women over the years. Sometimes when I was feeling lonely, sometimes because I was bored, and sometimes just because it was what I was used to. But I mean it when I say I want tomake loveto you.”

“Will you do that?” she asked.

“Do what?”

“Make love to me tonight.”

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MAGNOLIA

I waitedfor Rhett to shy away, but he tilted his head, closed the distance between us, and took my face in his hands. He lowered his lips to mine, kissing me so gently that tears were already forming in my eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding on to him as he kissed me slowly, softly, and we got used to the taste and feel of each other all over again. He drew his lips along my cheeks, my jaw, my forehead, his hands never straying farther than the small of my back or my waist.

When I felt comfortable, I reached up, unbuttoning his shirt. The realization of what we were about to do made me smile against his lips.

“What?” he asked.

I looked up at him, speaking what I knew to be true. “You are a good man, Rhett Griffen.”

His gaze softened, and he watched me remove his shirt before peeling off his white undershirt. I led him back to the bed, letting him sink into the sheets before straddling him, kissing him, letting my hair become a veil that hid us from the rest of the world.

His hands teased the waistband of my pants before going to my back, and this time I knew he was waiting for me to make the next move. I leaned back, straddling his waist, his cock hard through his jeans, and took off my shirt, revealing the lacy bra I’d worn.

His eyes were hungry on my chest, spilling from the cups. And knowing how much he wanted me gave me the courage to unhook my bra, to show him all of who I was. The large stomach, lined with stretch marks. My breasts, one larger than the other, large areolas puckered with desire and nipples pebbled from only his kisses.

He looked up at me as if I were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “Mags,” he whispered.

My lips trembled, because maybe he was right about us being twin flames. It felt like being reunited. It felt like being joined. “I know,” I whispered, my voice quivering.

He took me down to him, kissing me slow, one hand holding my ass, the other teasing my nipples between his thumb and finger.

I could feel my panties getting soaked, my sex tightening, begging for him to fill me in the way only he could.

I grinded against his hips, and he let out a moan before rolling me over, getting on top of me and kissing me before quickly removing his jeans. Then he went to my pants, unbuttoning the denim. “Lift your hips,” he said.

I did as he asked, and he slid the denim and my panties over my dimpled hips and thighs. My ass wasn’t as tight as it was when we were last together, and my body had aged, marked with spider veins and cellulite.

But his eyes were hungry on me, on my soft, naked body bare before his muscled one. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed.

My lips pulled into a smile. “Let me see you.”

He unbuttoned his pants and bent to lower them, revealing his cock, full, thick, long. The soft skin had felt so good against my tongue. With the jeans off, I could see his strong legs, the heavy way his sack hung under his hard dick.

“Come here,” I breathed.

He walked to the dresser, reaching for the condom, but I shook my head, reaching out for his hand. “I’m on birth control. I want to feel you make me yours.”

With his jaw flexing, he reached for the condom anyway, sliding it over his length. “You’re still mine.” He came to me, settling between my legs. His cock brushed my stomach, and I reached for it, pumping the hard length through the condom as he sucked and licked my nipples.

“Rhett,” I breathed. Ibegged.

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