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“I know.”
Was this what guiltfelt like?
She nudged me.“Happy.”
I could do that.I pulled her close as I sat up to kiss her mouth.She fit on top of me and rocked against my cock.
It only took moments to get hard and wanting.I had to be inside her.I lifted her away and begged.“Line me up, babe.”
“Kate,” she reminded me.
“Kate.”Her name was reverent on my lips.She fit me.Both of us honed in battles neither of us asked for.But we would win.I’d see to that.
She slipped over my dick, and our bodies bonded over and over.But I needed more.I clutched her to me, my dick as far in her as it could go, and I rolled until our positions reversed.Then, as if we hadn’t paused, I continued sliding inside and back out, but this time, deeper and harder than before.Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she took me to the hilt.
As the pace quickened, I watched the way her eyes fluttered as she tried to keep them open and locked on me.But we were both losing the battle.Sparks of pleasure started behind my balls and shot up my spine as I fought to stay tight.“Babe?”
“A little more.Please?”Her plea strung out.
I slipped my hand between us and pressed on her mound, hoping I’d hit that clit trigger.
She moaned and clamped onto me with her whole body.The twitches of her cunt hit the spasms of my cock and I joined her with a cry that was too loud.In the haze of passion, I had a fleeting thought to buy Zoe noise-cancelling headphones or some shit.
Then my brain filled with all things Kate.Her mussed hair, her rosy skin, the soft smile on her face, and best of all, the sparkle of happiness in her eyes as she opened them to see me.
Me.First and always.
Just like I saw herfirstandalways.
’Til death do us part.Which was likely tomorrow.
Chapter 24
Kate
The cleaning crew was competent.The last of them slipped out the front door, leaving the house looking showroom ready rather than the swath of empty booze bottles and destruction it had been when I woke up.
Alone.
As I checked the house, Bear let me know he’d be downstairs taking a shower.I asked where Jackson was.I got a grunt that sounded like, “Club.”
There’d been a time long ago when that word would have meant relief and I’d be celebrating.
But the difference between Shock and Jackson was too clear.I hated that word now.
A few great orgasms, and I was addicted.
Even more addicted when I discovered the refrigerator stocked, the cabinets filled with dinnerware, and, after a small pep talk, I found the pantry packed with more than bikers and blow jobs.
Zoe’s Fruit Loops were on the second shelf.
Next to them was a box of healthy stuff.I took that one down and filled a bowl with it.
The spoons were in the wrong drawer.
I pulled out the tray and slid it along the counter to the spot where they made more sense.
In that drawer was a large envelope, some junk mail, and a bundle of real estate flyers and business cards.I sorted through the mess of papers after getting the silverware squared away.
