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“Yeah, when he was lucid, Jonah and I would spend most evenings with him. When he was confused, he just talked to me like he was talking to my mom. He loved her very much.”

“What did you say to him?”

“Sometimes I listen, and sometimes I go with the flow like I’m my mom, because he always seemed happier when he was talking to her. I would call him AJ, like she did, and he would always smile. It was best to give him that.”

“That was nice of you.”

“He was my dad and I loved him,” she says. I squeeze her hand and she squeezes mine back. We seem to always communicate that way. We walk in silence for a few more minutes. Dad is right, AJ Lloyd, the dad, would not leave the next AJ Lloyd, his daughter, unprotected. There lies my fear: Jonah would not accept me, given our family’s history and years of deeply rooted hatred, no thanks to my dad.

Chapter thirty-eight

Lexi/Jola

We arrive at the pond, and the vibrant colors of the flowers form a landscape of beauty. Floral scent wafts through the air, delicate and soft. The scent of lavender is more potent than the other flowers. A grand oak tree stands like a sentinel, beneath it is a bench, adorned with a neatly folded blanket, and a solitary swing dangles from its sturdy branches.

It is so beautiful here. I can feel the refreshing breeze and the tranquil sound of the water. I stand with my arms spread out, eyes closed, and let the wind blow over me. I inhale the floral scent and exhale tranquility. Bruce wraps his arms around me from behind. I lean into him and inhale his sandalwood scent. My right arm lifts to hold him. This is peace.

I turn in his arms, and our eyes lock. Without a second thought, my lips meet his. The tenderness of our kiss is a perfect reflection of the tranquil feeling of the place. I pull him closer, as if I could never get enough of him. His hand moves to knead my breast, pleasure shooting through me as his lips move along my chin, neck, and behind my ear, each touch heightening my desire. “I want you now,” I whisper.

“I want you too.” His deep voice is a gentle caress that sends a jolt through my body. His arm is firm on my waist, keeping me locked in a bond that feels like he is never letting go. I feel his dick pushing against my stomach.

“We can’t, it is open out here and Ice is watching,” I manage to say as his hand goes under my dress and meets the biker shorts. He stops all movement as if he has hit a roadblock.

“What are you wearing under there?” he asks, baffled, taking a step back.

“Shorts. Ladies wear it under short dresses,” I smirk.

“Good, now take it off,” he commands.

“Ice?” I say with an arched brow.

“I already sent him away. Lincoln, my dad’s groundskeeper, left with my dad. Now take it off,” he commands.

I roll my eyes at him.

“Sprinkles, quit playing with me,” he warns.

“Spread the blanket and lie on your back,” I purr.

He grabs the blanket off the bench, spreads it under the tree fast, and he is on his back in seconds. With a grin on his face, he loves me riding him.

“Take it off, Sprinkles, before I rip it,” he warns, making me laugh. I slowly roll it down and step out of it, dropping it next to him.

He smiles and unzips his cargo pants. His dick is out in seconds. I move close and straddle him, shifting my hips to center him at my entry and take him in fully. He lets out a loud grunt. “Fuck.”

With my hands on his chest and his hands on my waist, I begin to move in a slow and sensual rhythm. He pushes more into me, and my hips take over, the movement turning fast and wild. He has one hand on my breast and the other on my ass, squeezing and guiding me. I throw my head back as pleasure builds in euphoric waves, the wind and sensation blending around me. My walls tighten as the intensity rises. I hold it back, not wanting to lose control.

“Eyes on me, Jola,” he commands.

I look down and hold his eyes.

“That’s it, Sprinkles. Let it out,” he says. My body obeys his command. He moves faster beneath me, and I let out a cry of pleasure as my body shudders, and I fall forward onto him. He wraps his arms around me as the wind blows and the floral scent spreads around us.

“Did you come?” I whisper

“We came together, Jola.”

I chuckle and try to roll off him, but he holds me steady. “Not yet. Stay a little longer like this.”