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I reached behind me to feel him, but he had no part of him that was still.
So I curled my fingers around the edge of the bed and enjoyed the ride.
He took me fully, deeper than I thought possible with that huge rifle of his.
I swear I almost lost consciousness.
Once he moved my leg, he somehow found a way to go deeper, and my entire body melted. He edged even farther inside me, and now as he drilled into me, it was like we were one, and he’d found my soul, which I hadn’t even known existed.
Suddenly, he pulled out, and I was already seeing stars. I knew he wasn’t done, as he was still hard and long, but I couldn’t breathe.
I was so hot for him, but he guided me to lie on the bed.
I was his, anyway he wanted me. I swear I lost consciousness and died a little for a moment as total bliss enveloped me, but I managed to hold on long enough to know he joined me in this state.
We were together, and it was like we had found each other and joined in a way I couldn’t explain. Part of me wished we could be more than just temporary when I was in his arms.
Chapter Nine
Dwayne
Mary’s place was small, much like the apartment I grew up in with my parents and brother when I was little. We’d moved to a house when I was six or seven, but Mary’s place, with her sheer white drapes, reminded me of long ago.
My brother leaving me his shares of the company had grown my bank account astronomically, and while in the service, out of the country, I’d thought Wanda running things provided me with more money than I ever dreamed possible. I’d taken care of our mom.
I used to think Devon had it all, but now, in Mary’s arms, I realized maybe his life wasn’t perfect. He’d skipped giving everything right to Wanda, probably because he understood she might be sketchy.
And while snuggling in Mary’s bed was nice, the light streaming in meant it was morning. The woman next to me was sweet, and I’d not done my workout, but I ignored that and slid out of our bed.
Luckily, I had my toothbrush, but as I came out, I heard her son.
Mary hadn’t. I peeked my head in her bedroom, and he stilled. I backed out fast and checked. She was still sleeping, so I went to her refrigerator and took out a bottle.
I returned, and he reached out for the bottle. I handed it to him, and he grabbed my hand too.
Bruce looked like his mom. I decided to pick him up and bring him with me. I held him as I gathered everything to make coffee, eggs, and bacon, but when it was time to cook, I set him down.
I found toys and a mat, so I set it up, and he seemed fine.
I washed my hands and cooked.
Soon, the bacon was fried, eggs were on plates, and coffee poured, when she came out. She scratched her head then hugged her son and kissed my cheek. “Good morning. This is lovely.”
She took the diaper and wipes and picked up her son, who’d been standing by a table designed for him. I brought the plates to the table and said, “You were sleeping, and Bruce was up, so I had him help me.”
She changed his diaper fast as she asked, “He didn’t scream?”
Once she finished, she stood up, tossed the old diaper away, and cleaned herself up. I brought the coffees to the table and said, “No. I showed him a bottle right away.”
She came toward me, and her eyes were full of wonder. “And you made breakfast. I’m impressed. This looks delicious.”
I held her chair, and she smelled the coffee as I joined her. I closed my eyes and folded my hands to pray, and she did the same thing. Once we were done, I said, “We both have a few things to do today, but I want to come back here to be with you two.”
“We’re just temporary.” She wrapped her hand around her coffee mug, and her phone jingled on other end of the room.
“I want more.”
She ignored the ring and met my gaze. “Maybe one more night.”
