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Both of us lose control at the same time, Elle speeding up her motions with me thrusting from below. I reach between us and put my thumb on her clit, applying just the right amount ofpressure with an adjustment to my stance and she goes off in my arms like a rocket.

“Jonathan!” she screams my name as her body seizes up, her inner walls squeezing the orgasm out of me, and I go over the edge with her.

“Elle,” I breathe into her neck, holding her tight against me as we both ride out the waves of pleasure.

I don’t know how long we stand in the shower before her legs unwrap from my hips and I stand her on her own two feet. Could be two minutes, could be twenty. But eventually, we wash off, each taking turns with the other’s body.

“I think we’re clean now,” she laughs, hiding her face from me.

“Why do you do that?” I ask, tipping her chin up to look at me. “Why do you hide your face when you laugh?”

Her cheeks go red, and she shakes her head.

“Tell me, Tink.”

“Barty told me when I laugh I look like a horse and it was ugly.”

“What a fucker. He was full of shit. You are beautiful when you laugh. The way your eyes crinkle and your mouth moves. Every time you laugh, it eases whatever bad mood I might be in. Never hide it from me. Please.”

She moves into my arms, wrapping her arms around me. “Thank you,” she quietly whispers into my chest.

I wonder when the freak out will happen. After years of avoiding all women and all emotions to keep from getting hurt, here I am standing in the shower of a woman who is completely out of my league, letting myself feel. And maybe her life hasn’t been as perfect as I first judged. Maybe, just maybe, we need each other.

I turn off the shower and step out, pulling two towels off the heated towel rack. Because of course she has one of those. I wrap the first one around her, giving her the sad eyes as I cover upher glorious tits, and the second one around my hips. It doesn’t go unnoticed that she has a bit of sad eyes herself when I cover myself. I then pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. I’d love to tell you we spend the rest of the night buried in each other but it’s not five minutes after I cover us that Elle is curled up in my arms, softly snoring.

And maybe that’s the biggest emotion. Being someone’s safe place.

Chapter 26

The Texting Chapter Pt. 2

The guys

Joker: It’s about fucking time you got your head out of your ass.

Davis: For real? Like, together, together, or fuck buddies.

Ranger: Together, together.

Davis: Nice. Happy for you, man.

Tiny: Thank God you didn’t say fuck buddies. I’d hate to have to kill you.

Ranger: I promise to be as good as I can to her.

Tiny: I have no doubt. You were the only one who couldn’t see what you were capable of.

Sarge: Good for you, son.

Tiny: So, what does this mean exactly? You coming home for holiday dinners and family parties?

Ranger: If she wants me there. She did tell me I clean up well.

Tiny: My mom loves you. She’s been asking me all about you since this weekend.

Ranger: How was the honeymoon? Davis? You both still happy?

Davis: It was perfect. Wonderful.

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