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As I exfoliate, shave, then wash my body, I hum a mindless song. “I’m happy, Grampy,” I whisper while rinsing myself. “He makes me happier than I thought was possible.”

While I don’t get a verbal response, a feeling of peace rushes through me and I know it’s my grampy giving his approval. “Yeah, he’s a good man. Society may look at him and thinkotherwise because of his appearance, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, he’d protect me with his life.”

Hours later, I wake up wrapped in Banshee’s arms. After the movie, we talked, and I fell asleep in the middle of telling him something. Now, though I can feel his erection pressed against my back and based on the slickness I feel on my thighs, I realize I’m as turned on as he is.

Time to put Operation Fuck Me into play. Reaching back, I find his dick and begin stroking it, smiling in the darkness when I feel it harden further. “Babe, we can’t, your ribs,” he says, his voice husky. Whether it’s with sleep or desire is up for debate, but I don’t care right now.

“Research shows that orgasms are beneficial for lessening pain,” I tell him, continuing my ministrations. Right now, I’m glad I have a nightgown on with no panties as I press my ass against him.

“Is that right?” he murmurs, kissing the spot on my neck that drives me wild. “We don’t have a lot of room, but I think we can work around that fact.”

His hand roams the front of my body, stroking and plucking at my nipples until they’re erect, before he moves down to the apex of my thighs. “Mmmm,” I moan out as his fingers part my folds.

“You’re so wet,” he says as one finger penetrates my sheath while his thumb lightly strokes my clit.

“Only for you,” I reply, allowing the feelings to build. In my current position, I’m virtually helpless, which I find I like.

When he gently pulls my upper leg back over his, I can feel the head of his dick at my entrance. Pushing back slightly, I lethim know without words I need him inside me. As he slowly enters me, I moan, feeling the slight burn despite my obvious desire. “God, you feel different in this position,” I manage to pant out. “You’re hitting something inside I’ve never felt before.”

He chuckles then replies, “Thinking it’s your G-spot, babe.”

“Well, it feels fucking fantastic.”

Even though he started out slow which was driving me crazy, his pace begins to quicken, and I do what I can to help, moving my hips back and forth. His hand is stroking me everywhere he can reach, but when he suddenly starts stroking my clit, my orgasm rushes over me and I keen out his name, uncaring that his two brothers are virtually outside. Maybe they hear us, maybe they don’t, but I don’t really care right now as pure pleasure flows through me.

He rolls us slightly so I’m now on my stomach and despite one slight grunt when he bumps his head on the top of the RV, he never stops moving as he chases his own release. “Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he grunts out, his hands gripping my hips. Despite his hold, I can feel his thumbs stroking my ass as another orgasm starts to build.

“I’m going to come again,” I manage to stammer. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t,” he promises, his pace quickening even more. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as he stops, planted to the root. I can feel my pussy clenching his dick and it pushes me over the edge once again as I cry out his name.

Long, breathless moments later, he slips from me then rolls so he’s now standing below me. When I roll, I feel more wetness than normal then cringe, worried about what he’s going to think.

“Can’t clean you up the way I normally would,” he says, pulling me out of the loft and into his arms. “But having you squirt was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever felt in my life.” Then, he kisses me, and I can feel what he’s not saying.

Once we separate, I ask, “I squirted?” I mean, I’ve read about it, but never expected it to happen to me.

He smirks then replies, “Yeah, babe. Go get cleaned up and I’ll change the sheets. And stop blushing, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Rory. Like I said, hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Since my back is to him, I roll my eyes but grab another nightgown then head to the bathroom to clean myself up.

Once we’re back in bed, this time with me draped over him, he grips my jaw in his hand and says, “I love you, Rory. Some may say it’s too soon, but with the life I live and what I’ve experienced, I don’t want to waste any time.”

I blink back tears while looking at him. Leaning in, I kiss his lips and reply, “I love you, too, Banshee.”

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

Banshee

“So, if the RV’s rocking, don’t come knocking, huh?” Scythe teases the next morning as we sit at a diner grabbing breakfast.

“Shut it, fucker, and don’t you dare embarrass my ol’ lady,” I warn.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. You on the other hand,” he retorts, smirking. As Rory returns to the table, he rearranges his face and asks, “How’s the RV running now?”

“Like a dream,” she says. “I mean, it wasn’t bad before, but whatever y’all did has improved it even more.”

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