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His smile widens.Consider me corrupted.I giggle, and this time he signs,I want only you. Everything. You.
My laughter dies. I force the word through the lump in my throat. “Yes.”
Then his hands are at my clothes, unbuttoning my work blouse, his large fingers trembling as he slides each button out of the small holes.
As soon as my top meets the floor, I’m tugging at his T-shirt. He pulls it over his head and then the rest of our clothes find themselves tangled together around us.
I’m a jumble of sensations. The press of his mouth to mine, the whisper of his hands mapping out my body with the tips of his fingers. I push him down to the bed and then straddle him. The hard length of him pressing my most sensitive spot yanks a gasp of pleasure from me. I am not going to last long, at least not this first time.
“Condom?”
He nods at the bedside table and I lean over to grab it, sheathing him before our mouths connect again. I sit up, wanting to watch him even as I possess him.
Grabbing his length between us, I position him and then settle myself around his length. I move slowly, taking care, adjusting to his size. He fills me, stretching me in the best of ways until we are fully merged. Once he’s all the way in, I maintain our visual connection, not wanting to let go of it even for a second. His eyes gleam, dark as night. His fingers trace up my skin, giant hands clasping around my nape, thumbs brushing my cheeks, holding me with a fierce devotion I feel all the way down to my toes.
For long moments we breathe together, joined in the most intimate of ways.
Then I start moving.
Before long, he’s gasping, his hands moving down, clenching my hips. I move with rhythmic slowness, up and down. The pent-up emotion, the love, the loss, it’s all there in the rigid line of his body, his taut cheeks, his skin stretched tight over his bones. His features are stark, hardened with passion.
I move faster. His hands smooth up my skin, thrumming at my nipples, then one hand slides between our bodies, rubbing me just how he knows I like it. An orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, his name on my lips.
He pumps up into me, his hands seizing my hips.
Then he’s shuddering, gasping, falling with me and we land back on the earth together.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“They really gaveme a hard time at the airport over my Wakandan passport.”
–Overheard at Comic-Com
“You’ll never understand how much I’m going to miss you. We’ve had good times and bad times, but you’ve come to mean so much to me.”
Kylo Hen’s shimmering feathers twitch with her jerky neck movements, one golden eye flickering at me before she pecks at my shoes.
“I know, I know. You’ll miss me, too, in your own little birdie way. Don’t forget about me. Be good for Granny. Try to stay out of the moonshine.”
“Fred girl,” Granny calls from outside the coop.
“Coming,” I yell back.
Granny is waiting for me in the middle of the yard. “Beast is here to drive you to the airport.”
We walk up to the house together and we’re halfway there before Granny speaks again. “Grace is hiding somewhere. I’m not sure she’ll be out to say goodbye.”
I nod, unable to speak through the lump forming in my throat.
“She doesn’t deal with people leaving the way most of us do. We’re sad, but we know it’s not forever. She hasn’t quite figured that bit out yet. She doesn’t know that just because someone leaves, it doesn’t mean they’re gone.” With that, Granny puts an arm around my shoulders. “Be patient. Stay in touch. She’ll come around. It will be good for her.
“Thanks, Granny. I will. And thank you for... everything. You saved me at a time when I didn’t even know I needed the rescue.”
“Oh, Fred girl, don’t you know? You saved us, too.”
I manage to hold it together while saying goodbye to the others. Jude carries my bag to the truck before giving me a hard, swift hug, followed by Fitz. I only have the one bag, everything else was shipped, and there wasn’t much.
Reese and Annabel squish me between them, promising to text and call.
