Page 78 of Tattered Souls

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She was my woman.

I brought my thumb to her clit and started rubbing it in small circles.

Then... it was like a cascade of emotions fell over her.

Her eyes locked with mine as her head fell back, her fingernails dug into my forearms, her thighs clenched around my hips, and I felt her.

Coming for me.

Fucking beautiful.

I slammed in once, twice, and then I stilled as hot jets of my cum filled her up.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, and I whispered, “Don’t ever take you away from me. You can hit me. Cry. Fight me. Give me all of it, baby. But please don’t ever leave me.”

She whispered, “Okay, Honey.”

I smiled into her neck, “That’s four.”

Tatum

“Where are we going?” I asked as I leaned my weight into his back.

He tilted his head and smirked at me, “It’s a surprise.”

I shook my head. “What is it with you and surprises? You don’t like them, but you love to make them happen.”

I felt his shoulders shrug.

“I’m just me. Take it or leave it.” With those oceanlike colored eyes locked onto mine, I smiled.

Then I nodded.

My father had taught me a lesson. Never trust anyone not to hurt you.

But Garrick had proven over and over that I didn’t need to fear him.

We had been riding for hours, and my legs were getting sore, and my ass was starting to hurt, but that all vanished when I saw the sign.... Myrtle Beach.

I gasped, and then I squealed.

Thankfully, Garrick had full control of the bike, and all he did was laugh.

I’ve never been to the beach.

Ever.

It was something I told him that I wanted to do when we talked about our hopes and dreams.

We stayed for four days.

It had been perfect, the sand between my toes, the hours spent making love.

The women checking Garrick out.

The men checking me out.

Garrick just growled at them, which caused me to laugh.

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