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“Bro, I can’t just drive one of your dad’s old cars around town and risk Julian seeing me. No freakin’ way.” Rhett was friendly with Jake’s oldest brother, but he had no desire to piss him off. As the CEO of Whitely Enterprises, Julian was a notoriously shrewd businessman. He was also almost ten years older than Rhett and Jake, and he’d always seemed larger-than-life.
“Well, in that case, your choices are limited. The only cars in here that weren’t his are my old Jeep and the M3.”
“You still have the M3?” The old BMW had been Jake’s first car in high school. It was black, just like his Jeeps, a late 90s model that had seen its fair share of trouble on the streets of Hampton, Ohio.
“Hell yeah. That’s the one and only car I’ve ever owned beside the Jeeps.”
“I’ll take it.”
Chapter thirty-six
Rhett
HeparkedtheBMWin front of the Thompson residence before letting himself in through the side door. He slipped off his shoes when he entered the quiet house. Paul must have still been at work, but Tori’s car was in the driveway.
He peaked into her bedroom and was greeted with a lazy head lift from Penny at the foot of the bed. “Shhh,” he whispered to the snoozing pup, not wanting to wake Tori if she was asleep. He peeled off his T-shirt and slipped off his belt and pants before crawling under the covers beside her. Penny hopped off the now crowded bed and trotted out of the room.
Tori rolled closer to him as soon as he settled, her body attuned to his even in sleep. He rested his hand on her upper thigh, intentionally avoiding her midsection so he wouldn’t accidently graze any of the sensitive, bruised skin along her tummy.
“Hey, you,” she whispered, her hand smoothing down over his arm before coming to rest on top of his.
“Hey. Go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I don’t want to sleep all day when you’re home,” she objected through a yawn. “How was Jake?”
“Good, really good,” he lied. He didn’t feel like talking about the real reason Jake had accepted his invitation to hang out. At least not yet. “He leant me a car to use when I’m in town so we don’t have to worry about going back to get the Prelude right away.”
“Ahh, that was nice. What kind of car?”
“His M3.”
“What? I thought his dad took that car away years ago. I literally have not seen that thing since our sophomore year of high school.”
“Huh. Yeah, I guess he did have the Jeep by the time he transferred to Hampton High,” Rhett mused as he ran his hand up and down her thigh. “I’ll take you for a drive later if you want. We can pretend we’re in high school again,” he crooned into her ear.
“Yes to the ride. But no to the high school roleplaying.” She wiggled her hips back and forth against his growing erection. “I like our life better now that you’re my husband and we don’t have to sneak around.”
“Mhmm.” He sighed into her hair. “I love hearing you say that word.”
“Well, I love you, husband.” She reached behind her and worked her hand between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around his dick through his boxer briefs. “And I want you, too,” she added, giving his solid erection a squeeze.
He mirrored her actions and caressed her through the thin lace of her underwear. She was already wet, the warmth of her arousal spurring him into action. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured as he brushed her hair away from her shoulder and started to kiss her neck. “Tell me what to do or not do.”
“It’s just the injection spots that bother me. As long as I don’t lay on my stomach, I’ll be fine. That means you can spoon me, or I can ride you, or you can spread my legs over my head and fuck me, or we can do it doggy style…”
“Well, aren’t you just full of ideas.” He chuckled as he nipped at her ear. He continued to tease her through her panties, applying the slightest edge of pressure each time his fingers moved over her clit as she pulled her shirt up and over her head.
“I just missed my husband,” she retorted, but there was a softness to her voice now. He didn’t need the reminder that she’d been alone for so long. But there it was. Even last weekend when he’d been in town he’d been distracted.
The physical distance. The emotional distance. It was all starting to feel like too much. He’d do anything—give her anything—be anything for her—to lessen the distance between them.
“I’m here now, beautiful. Use me. Show me how much you missed me.”
He shifted out of his boxers and kicked them off. Then he hooked his fingers under the lacy fabric of her underwear and peeled them down her legs. He pressed up against her and stilled, waiting for her to make her move.
She reached back, this time grasping his freed cock with a steady hand. She lifted her top leg ever so slightly, then shimmied back to close all the space between them. She guided his erection between the apex of her thighs but didn’t line him up at the entrance like he expected. Instead, she moved her own hand to the front of her body, reached back down between their legs, and held his dick between her folds as she started to slowly grind against him.
Fuck. She felt like heaven. Like soft, pillowy clouds. Like sunshine and laughter. Like the counterpoint to every sad and scary thing in this world.
