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He laughs, but doesn’t stop bucking and touching me, and even though I’m more sensitive than before, he grips my hips and grinds into me, and my body begins preparing to explode again.

He rolls to the side, stretching out against me so that my ass is spooned against him. When he slides into my pussy from behind, the different angle gives me a whole new experience. As his hands touch my clit again, he groans against my ear.

“I’m going to come. Think you can come along?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never come more than twice like this.”

I can feel him smile as he kisses the curve of shoulder. And while his hips flex and he teases my nipple with the hand that isn’t teasing my clit, I wind up tight again, until I start to unravel.

“I’m coming, Max,” I say, and his hands go to my hips then.

He slams into me with a quick, steady rhythm that has my body rising into the heavens, it feels like. There’s no way we are still in a field, in the middle of nowhere, on a mattress in the bed of his truck. We’ve transcended space, possibly time.

When I burst for the third time, it skyrockets me straight into the stars.

“Winnie, fuck,” he shouts as he slams into me one last time. Then whispers, as he shudders around me, “You’re perfect. This is perfect.”

When he pulls out of me, I swear, we both whimper.

I roll over so I’m facing him.

He gives me the most tender kiss.

“I can’t believe I almost blew this.”

“Shhh,” I say, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

“I don’t want to shhh,” he says. “I want to tell you, Winnie Wainwright, that I love you with all my heart and soul and never in my life has anything been so worth the wait.”

He pulls me against him holding me close, whispering, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you back,” I tell him and never in my life have I been so happy as I am right now.

Chapter 44

Winnie

Since I never got to make my pot roast dinner for the boys, the next morning, I’m downstairs early making them all breakfast. It was hard leaving Max sleeping in his bed, where we cuddled all night after getting home. I’ve decided to do a buffet of each of their favorites.

They filter in one by one and start pitching in even though I try to shoo them away. Axel and Max are setting the table while Theo puts the finishing touches on my fruit place.

“Morning, all,” Gav says, sauntering in and looking scrumptiously rumpled. “Can I do anything?”

“No! I want to do this by myself!” I cry, playfully, as Diesel sneaks up behind me nuzzling my neck and palming my butt with both hands.

Cruz, wearing only a towel, bless him, starts getting out glasses and pouring OJ for everyone.

“You have ten boyfriends. You’re never going to get to do anything by yourself again, Peach.” Diesel nips my earlobe with his lips while giving my buns a squeeze. His cock is hard against my back. My blueberry walnut pancakes aren’t the only mouthwatering thing in the kitchen this morning. I press back into him making him groan.

“No time for hanky panky, Easy Deezy. I’ve got to get these hash browns in the skillet–”

“Mmm,” he murmurs into my hair. “How ‘bout we forget that and I’ll try to put a bun in your oven instead?”

“Oh my god,” I laugh, thankful he’s obviously just teasing because I am not yet ready for that level of It’s Complicated. “You horny, horny man. If you insist on hanging around in here while I cook, please go crack those eggs over there.”

“Consider your eggs cracked, Peach.”

“Thank you. And please wash your hands first since you just groped my ass.”

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