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Our next explosion wasn’t full of lust or heat. It was something so much more significant, so much more fulfilling within my spirit. More of my past trauma began to fade and be replaced with trust and devotion.
I reached up and touched his bearded cheek. “Your beauty is so deep.” I touched my chest with my other hand. “I feel it here.”
With adoration, his whole body becoming as relaxed as mine, he said, “Where we’re best.”
Tears, the happiest tears, ran down the sides of my face as if washing me clean of every past abuse I had suffered. Then I said romantic words, “Thank you for getting shot.”
He chuckled. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
I ran a thumb over his lips. “Thank you for saving me.”
His eyes welled. “Thank you for being my one.”
His one.
My eyes slid shut as joy overtook me. “I need you to kiss me now.”
“Now ya gone and done it.”
His lips slammed to mine.
Chapter twenty-five
Holding Bottled Stars
Lynx
I’d been inside so many pussies, most men would probably be impressed, but I knew that I’d never be inside another besides the one that was owning me right now. Elle’s hold on my heart made my body feel things it hadn’t even known existed. This boy had found the motherload of candy stores.
Her emotional tears added to the sensations happening in and outside my body—showing my heart love. They may eventually dry away, but our desire sure wouldn’t. Long into the night, we fucked so many times we were both sore and the bonfire was long over. Outside was quiet as Elle and I laid naked and completely satisfied together in bed.
Or, at least, I had thought so.
Elle’s head rested on my arm as the tips of her fingers drew unseen designs on my chest. “VP?’
“Yeah, babe.”
“Will you make love to me on your bike?”
Teasingly, I complained, “Now why you gotta go and say some shit like that? My dick is about to fall off, and now you got it calling for more blood to fill it.”
She stretched next to me while staring at the ceiling, as if already seeing stars in the night. “I want to lay over your bike while you take me from behind—”
She squealed as I snatched her from the bed. Placing her on the floor, I demanded, “Shoes.” I tossed my t-shirt at her. “No one sees all of you but me.”
Elle laughed as she slipped on those pricey leather heels I was about to fuck her in. And she moaned as she pulled on my shirt. “I love your smell.”
I felt the same about hers, and how her pussy smelled. Like fucking Heaven. Sorry, God, but it’s true. Motherfucking Heaven.
So she could properly see her blanket, I held it up before wrapping it around her shoulders. Through glistening eyes, she whispered, “Thank you.”
With jeans on and my boots untied, I held her hand, then snuck out of the motel room like a horny high school boy about to steal some girl’s virtue.
I hoped Vice was too drunk to wake and know I was missing. That bastard watched his VP like a goddamn hawk, him and his psychic powers.
Smiling like a cheesy motherfucker, I kept saying, “Shh!” to the giggles following me, the bottom of her blanket blowing in the night breeze.
That only made her laugh louder, and that was sexy as fuck.
