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No, I didn’t hear her. I was too busy staring at her mouth.
She says, “I said, if I could go back and do things over again, I would’ve listened to you. I was just so angry. I let it get the best of me when I should’ve listened to what you had to say.”
“I appreciate you for saying that.” I eat more cake and then say, “Gage said he and his guys had a plan. It went sour. His boys left him in the dust, and I was trailing Gage when we left the bank. I told him to turn off while the cops followed me. I thought I was home free until I hit something in the road. The bike flew. I thought I was dead.”
I take a sip of water and continue, “I got the boys at the motorcycle club to repair it for me…was good as new when I came home.”
She nods.
“I used to dream about you when I was in there. Most days, that’s how I made it through.”
“Now, you’re making me feel guilty.”
“It’s the truth. I thought about you a lot—even when I was mad at you. I still am. Mad, that is.”
She stands up and collects our plates, toting them over to the sink. I stand up and follow her there. She’s running water in the sink and squeezing dish liquid to wash the dishes when I walk up behind her. With my body pressed flush against hers, I reach to turn it off. Then I trail my nose along the side of her face, to her ears, delighting in her scent – a scent I miss more than I pretended not to.
She gasps. “Gideon.”
I undo the zipper of my jeans, hike up her dress and rip off her panties before spreading her legs wider. Then I find my way home – in the heat, the glory, the dampness between these thick thighs.
“Ah…this is what I’ve been missing.”
It’s what I wanted since I gained my freedom. Screw those women at the club. This is the real deal. I ain’t never had nothing like it, and don’t want nothing other than it. Can’t no woman compare to Ivy.
And that’s probably the case, too, because I love her.
Even after everything, I know that. She just doesn’t know if she wants me. I suppose it’s my job to convince her.
I hold her waist tight and thrust into her over and over again, pulling my length all the way out and going back in to feel the heat of her walls. I grunt and make all kinds of noises while swimming in her ocean.
She moans. “Gideon, oh…stop, stop, stop,” she says desperately, gripping onto the counter.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re going to wake Lilly.”
“She’s sleeping. If you’re quiet, you won’t have to worry about waking her.”
“How am I supposed to—? Oh! How can I be quiet with you—oh!”
Her voice trails off. I don’t let up. I keep massaging those insides before pushing her further down so she’s bent at ninety degrees. I squeeze her waist and pull out slowly and enter her again.
Slowly.
“Oooh,” she says druggingly. “Mmm…”
The noise she makes urges me to go faster, so that’s what I do. I enter her, going at whiplash speed, feeling my release build and build and I’m not fighting it, but I do want her to come with me.
I play that sensitive bud between her legs like a guitar until her body shudders.
“Gideon!” she cries out, coming undone as her muscles squeeze and release me over and over again.
Her legs shake like I’m electrocuting her. I have to get a tighter grip on her and when I do, I let loose. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard and so fast, but there I was, emptying every drop into her while howling to the freakin’ roof.
I slapped her on the butt – hit that thang hard when she moaned and whimpered. She wasn’t thinking about Lilly or anything else when that orgasm hit and neither was I. It was pure need that I took her this way. And it would be pure lust that’ll have me hitting it again tonight.
Chapter 8