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“Because it wasn’t as good as you’d want it to be if it was the last time we had sex?”

“Because one time is never good enough when it comes to you, Kimmy. And it was amazing. Anytime I’m with you is amazing. You know that.”

Sniffling, she looks away. “That’s a good answer.”

“But, if it was a one-time thing, I just want you to know, I’m pretty open if you ever decide you want another one-time session. You know, if the urge and need to experience orgasmic bliss washes over you again. I’m, you know, here.”

She laughs, finally snapping out of whatever headspace she got stuck in, and she cups his face. “That defeats the purpose of a one-time thing, don’t you think?”

“Well, maybe we make it a four-time thing. Or ten-time. Really, I’m up for whatever you want.” He winks at her and adds, “Whenever, wherever, baby.”

“What if I want unlimited time?”

Staring, he shakes his head. “I don’t understand.”

“I don’t want a limit, Dallas. I want you. That’s why I’m here.”

“You have me. All you ever have to do is call. I’m yours.”

“You don’t understand what I’m trying to say.”

Shaking his head, he stares at her. “No, I guess I don’t. I’m feeling a little left behind-”

“Marry me.”

Chicago freezes, his eyes locked with hers. What the hell did she just say?

Chapter Sixteen

Black Valley

Kimberly

Marry me . The words just slipped out, but the moment Kimberly said them, she knew. It’s been far too long since she last had Dallas. This version of him. No man has ever come close to the man she married and was his best self. The man she misses every single day.

“Kimmy, that’s not fair,” Dallas says and backs up, his hand running through his hair. He looks distraught rather than happy. She aimed for happy.

“I didn’t say it to be unfair,” she says and slips her torn panties over her knee-high boots.

Not only has it been years since she last had sex with Dallas, she found he was the only man to ever want the primal, clothes-tearing, can’t-get-enough-of-each-other-fast-enough type sex with. No one else ever made her feel the way only he can, and the moment he slid into her, she knew. As soon as they came together, she was a goner. For the first time since he stopped being the man she married, she felt whole again.

“You don’t know what you’re saying-”

“I love you,” she interrupts.

His eyes remain cast towards the floor, and she braces herself for the worst. If she was him, she’d tell her to go to hell. Instead, he shocks her when he says, “Come to my apartment with me to talk. I don’t want to do this here.”

“Okay.” She slips her panties into his pocket. “I don’t really want these in the trash for the others to see.”

Nodding his head, she can’t tell if Dallas looks shocked or angry. If he’s angry, she appreciates his offer to take this outside of the clubhouse before he loses his mind. Her heart hopes he’s not angry, though. This version of him is the man she’s longed for. For years, she prayed to have this version of Dallas back.

They walk into the main room, and everyone stops what they’re doing to stare at them. Even though Kimberly knows no one heard what happened, she feels exposed. Too exposed. It doesn’t help that she no longer wears panties under her skirt because Dallas ripped them and now has them sitting in his pocket.

“Chicago, man, you good?” Ian asks.

“You look a little sick,” Bodie says.

It’s been years since she last saw Bodie, and she can’t get over the shock of seeing him. She hugged him when she walked in, but she’s almost as surprised to see him as everyone was to see her. When he was sick, they had long talks about life, and she hopes this means he’s healthy now.

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