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“So much better than your fingers,” she said.

He wasn’t sure he could last at this point. He knew she’d come once, but he really wanted her to go again before he did and wasn’t sure how that was going to happen with what he was feeling.

His mouth covered hers, and their kiss turned carnal while her nails started to scratch his back.

He moved his hips in and out slowly, but she seemed to be having none of that. It was probably just as well as he wasn’t sure how long he could go anyway.

“If you’re waiting for me,” she said, “don’t worry. The minute you sank in, I was ready to come again.”

Good news for him.

He put his hands under her thighs and started to pound into her. He couldn’t be gentle, not with the words coming out of her mouth, almost egging him on.

Her back arched again, the squealing from earlier urging him to the finish line he’d been waiting to cross.

When he felt her muscles start to convulse around him, he moved faster than he ever had before, the two of them groaning out their release, him collapsing on her.

“I guess you did have a surprise in store for me. Damn,” she said.

“Good?” he asked.

“The marks on your back probably tell the full story, but if you need the words, then yes. Holy cow. That was intense. You’ve got a crazy amount of control and I should have realized that.”

“How is that?” he asked. His brain was starting to work again.

“It’s as if once you put your mind to something, nothing stands in your way. You had a goal to get me there that second time and made sure it happened.”

He wanted to say dumb luck. Or the fact they were both so worked up, but then decided that he’d take the praise and hope to hell he could repeat this a second time. When he had the strength.

“It’s not always the words that are said but the actions that are given,” he said.

“It sure the hell is,” she said. “What’s that? Is that Sammie?”

He jumped up fast, recognizing the whining now. He ran to the door and opened it to see Sammie lying in front of it, her head popping up, a big sloppy grin on her face, her tongue hanging out, almost in relief that her master didn’t leave her.

She ran past him into the room and jumped on the bed next to Vivian. “Shit, sorry.”

“No worries. Bathroom through there if you want to clean up.”

He walked past her naked, not having a care in the world over it either. Not with her naked on the bed petting his dog.

His mother said he never brought anyone home and he realized it was because he didn’t want to do that until he felt something more in his heart.

He did.

Was he ready? Was Vivian? He wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t fight it either.

Like he’d been doing for months, he was putting one foot in front of the other and knowing this time he had someone by his side.

17

Most At Peace With

Vivian hadn’t expected yesterday to go as wonderfully as it had.

The only thing that would have made it better would have been if Brent spent the night. She knew that was asking a lot though because she hadn’t given him a heads up on her plan.

After the two of them had gotten dressed, they went to the backyard and played with Sammie, giving her the attention she’d been wanting while her master was enjoying himself without her.