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“Yep. Today. Tomorrow. Whenever you’re ready.” Which implied we’d be repeating this over and over—which was fine with me.

“I need to be inside you.”

“Then add some lube to your cock, and let’s get this show on the road.” I grinned. “I can’t wait.”

“A dozen years, eh?”

“Yep.”

“I only hope I can make it good for you.”

“I’m not worried.” And I wasn’t. If he happened to go too rough, I’d manage. Ask him to back off. If he didn’t go hard enough, I’d coax him into more vigor. The point was we’d do this together.

As I hoped we’d always be.

Chapter Fourteen

Johnnie

As I lined my cock up with Yardley’s entrance, a feeling of rightness settled over me. Not only that I could do this—although that was important—but that he wasn’t just a rebound. He wasYardley. And, despite the Carly debacle, I’d just had the best month of my life.

“You okay?” His brow furrowed in concern.

“Yeah. Truly.” I pressed against him and then, inch by inch, inside him.

He hissed out a breath.

I hesitated.

“No.” He nearly shouted that. “Keep going. It’s going to burn because I haven’t done this in forever, but it’ll be fine. I’ll adjust and then…magic.” His eyes lit with pure pleasure. Something I didn’t see enough of.

I’m going to make him smile more.I didn’t know if I could, but I was damn well going to try.

The pressure on my cock was intense—as I’d known it would be—but nothing I couldn’t handle. Eventually, my head popped in.

Yardley let out a little sigh of relief. “Maybe a little slow?”

“Yep.” And I did plan to do exactly that. My movements were deliberate, gentle, and steady as I pressed myself farther and farther into him. As I sought his sweet spot. As I sought the place that would bring me pleasure as well. Mine was secondary, of course, but I was going to chase this orgasm for all I was worth—even knowing I might not get there. This was sex. Sex was messy. Sometimes body parts didn’t do what we expected of them—what we hoped of them.

Suddenly, I was fully seated.

Again, he sighed.

Then nodded.

Okay. Showtime.I withdrew almost to the tip and pushed back in.

He grinned.

I repeated the process.

He smiled.

Again and again and again.

“You can go harder, Johnnie. I’m not going to break.”

No, but I might. My heart might break wide open, and I might profess these insane feelings. I might tell you that I love you. Which is nuts…right?Yet I continued to thrust inside him—picking up the pace and the intensity as I did. The intervals shortened. Our breaths quickened.

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