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The feel of her legs squeezed up around me has me rushing towards a release before I’m ready. Before I cum, I pull out of her and sit her on the floor. Spinning her around I bend her over until she has her ass in the air and her chest is resting on the seat of the chair we christened the house with.

I come back inside of her warmth but this time I use my thumb to play with her sweet, tight little furled asshole. She moans and pushes back on my cock before giving me her consent by reaching behind her and pulling me close. Closer to her than even I’ve gotten. How the hell did I get so lucky? How did I find this woman who gives without question? Who gives me all of her?

I put pressure on her sweet spot until she relaxes enough to allow my thumb inside of her sweet channel - one I haven’t gotten into yet but plan to in the coming months if she’ll have it. With my other hand, I reach around and pull her bra down so her breasts spill into my waiting hand.

Her body tightens around my cock and hugs my thumb as I work both holes for her ultimate pleasure. I’m going to make sure she’s senseless with it by the time both of us cum. She lets out a sweet yelp as I increase the speed I am fucking her and her thighs shake as she reaches the ultimate high with her body. And wipes my soul clean with her sweet love.

Afterward, when we finally make it to the bed, I tell her about my day - no details because I want to keep her innocent, she doesn’t need to know about the shit I do - but the general fucked-up-ness of the day and she listens and gives me more love.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did. Shouldn’t have come home so…out of sorts.”

She drags her fingertips over my stubbled cheeks with a loving graze and gives me soft kisses, “You never have to apologize to me for loving me and that’s all you did, was love me.”

“Are you sure it was me loving you because it felt a lot like me using you?” I can’t look her in the eyes while I say it.

She sits up and makes a huffing sound before taking my face in her hands and pulling me up, so I have no choice but to look into her beautiful eyes. “Did you hurt me?”

She’s so serious that I can’t help but take it just as seriously but before I can answer she goes on.

“Did you take pleasure and not give me any? Did you scare me? Or ever leave me wondering if you love me more than life? No! No, you didn’t. You needed me and I am more than happy to provide the little bit of comfort to you that I can. There will come a day when I’ll need you like that. You wouldn’t think I was being selfish or cruel, would you?”

“Hell no!”

“Then there’s your answer to if I feel used or not. Hell no! I don’t. I feel loved and needed. Only you can make me feel that way.”

I smile for the first time all day, all because of her words! She’s magic and doesn’t even know it. And she’s all mine. All for me.

Chapter Thirteen

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Rani

Nine months. I’ve waited nine months and these last two are the ones that will kill me. If I say it out loud Charlie will just tell me it’s two and a half months not two, but I’m hoping he forgets about the half and just marries me. He did tell me one time before that he would marry me as soon as I walked off the graduation stage and I plan to hold him to that. But the waiting stinks.

He doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve already stopped taking my birth control. This week is supposed to be for our friends, so everyone realizes what it will be like once we marry. Some people may not like that, but I really don’t care. I'm more than certain my best friend is going to be by my side this week and beyond. Milly is set to be my bride’s maid and Jag, Charlie’s partner, is going to be Charlie’s best man. I can’t wait to get those two together. We’ve been trying for the past nine months but the two always evade us. Not this weekend.

“Are you packed?”

I jump as I'm jarred out of my thoughts, but relax immediately when arms come around me.

“Almost. I have just a couple of last-minute things to pack.”

“Really? Anything for me?”

I grin as the image of the red nightie I plan to break out on him the first night we’re there floats through my head. “Maybe.” I play coy even though he knows I have been planning to rock his world this week for almost a month now. “Is Jag coming?”

I hold my breath and wait for him to answer. “You know, another man might be intimidated by the fact his lady is asking constantly about another man.”

“Pff,” I wave his jib away. “I want nothing to do with another man and you know it. But…Milly doesn’t have a man and she really needs to be as happy as I am.”

I stomp my feet and give him a small pout.

“I know you want to share what we have with your friend but, honey, do you think that’s what will make her happy?”

I pull back far enough so I can look up at him, “What do you mean?”

“Milly might not want a man. Or if she does she might not want one who has to wear Kevlar every time he walks out her door.”

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