Page 39 of Wrecking Boundaries

“Do you still have that IUD? I have condoms in case, but considering everything.”

She shakes her head but says, “I still have it. There’s no need.”

Fuck. “Magic words.”

I fumble from wanting to be inside her. Sarah grabs my dick and slides her hips to meet mine. I move and push inside of her. It’s our first time in a year. It’s heaven and an eternity.

I wanted to draw it out as long as possible. Oh, well. I grab her wrists, moving them above her head, and our eyes meet.

“Magic moves,” she says.

I’m confused before realizing she’s twisting my words back at me. “I’ll do my best.”

It’s been a year, but I still remember our experiences. That means there’s no fumbling to learn what she enjoys most because I already know.

I further bury my hips between her and shift so my weight rests on my arms to thrust against her. Sarah’s body jerks and slides up the bed. I set a furious pace, moving against her until I draw out another moan and then slide away. Our frantic bodies snap and come together, keeping both of us breathless.

“Touch yourself for me.” Her hand slides between our bodies, so I adjust to watch her. “Like that.”

The image only stirs me further, and I end up slamming into her, feeling needy and desperate.

“Finish in me.”

My rhythm falters, and I jerk twice before stilling.

I suck in a breath. “Was it always like this?” I move to avoid crushing her. “It was always special with you, but that was…”

“Reunions can do that.”

Is that what this was?

“We should never have stopped.”

Sarah doesn’t respond, and I don’t care.

After, I pull her into my arms, with both of us curled together on our sides. I kiss her shoulder.

“I’ll take you home in the morning,” I say. “Stay with me tonight.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’ll make you breakfast,” I offer, wanting to give her an additional incentive, even as she already agreed.

Sarah cranes her neck back to meet my eyes. “Why? We have enough to feed fifty more people.”

“Then dinner again.” I wait for a refusal, but it never arrives. “Are you coming to Bristol?”

“It’s Bristol, baby. I wouldn’t miss it.”

She committed to a few races to help a co-worker and has now attended several.

I want to ask her for more, but I hold my tongue. Despite beginning more than a year ago, our relationship is still very fragile.

NASCAR racing isn’t a quick sprint to the finish line. It’s strategy and timing; it’s waiting for your moment to act. Most of all, it’s knowing the person you are racing against, and I know Sarah.

I move us both so she’s lying under me. “Good. I expect a spare key to your room.” She raises a brow. “It’ll be my good luck charm.”

15-Sarah

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