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“Yep.” She pushed him onto his back, climbed over him, and straddled his sexy body.

His breath hitched as she set her hands on his shoulders, leaning forward so that her breasts hung between them. Her pussy nestled against his length.

Rock cupped her breasts. “Fuck, you’re sexy. I’m certain you’re more gorgeous than you were at eighteen.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you.”

He set a hand on the small of her back and hauled her down until he could wrap his lips around her nipple.

She squealed when he nipped the bud, and then she bit her lip and glanced around.

“Don’t worry, we were pretty thorough with insulation when we designed these rooms.”

Still biting her bottom lip, she lifted her weight up a few inches, letting his cock rise until it lodged at her entrance. Holding his gaze, she slammed down onto him, all the way to the hilt.

Even though she’d known what was coming, she was unprepared for how good it felt to be filled with him yet again. Her eyes rolled back as she ground her pussy against the base of his cock.Fuck… So good.

Lyla tipped her head back and purred. She was so damn glad she’d returned to Shadowridge. What if she’d gone the rest of her life wandering around with no real purpose or plan? That’s what it had felt like for years. Suddenly, she felt grounded. Her roots were here. Not in Florida. Her life was in the apartment, or the house Rock owned, or any other place she was with him. It didn’t matter where. It only mattered that his hands were on her and his eyes roamed her body.

She lowered her gaze to find him staring into her soul even now as she thought exactly that. The intensity in his eyes was so powerful and consuming. It made her feel like she was…home.

She eased up and down on his shaft slowly, torturing both of them, letting her breasts sway between their bodies. She never took her eyes off his as the need grew until he stiffened beneath her. His hips bucked upward. “Come, Little Lyla. Come with me.”

She did, a dizzying experience she never wanted to end.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-ONE

Lyla took a sip of her coffee and looked over the rim at her brother.

Jackson had been smirking since they’d arrived at the coffee shop. “So…Rock.”

She wasn’t surprised this was what he led with. “Yep.”

“I didn’t think he was going to agree to let you leave his side to meet me this morning.” He was still smirking, clearly half serious, half joking around.

“I can’t really blame him. The last time I walked away from him, I was gone for thirty-eight years.”

Jackson chuckled. “Okay. There is that. So… How did this all happen exactly?”

Lyla lifted a brow. “You want me to tell you about Rock and me from forty years ago?”

“I think so. Do I?”

“No. You don’t.” Lyla smiled at him. “Trust me. I can’t even make it PG. Let’s just say he was there when I needed him one night toward the end of my senior year, and we had a connection.”

Jackson drew in a deep breath. “Okay. And you’re…in love with him?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been here for three days.”

“I was probably always in love with him, Jackson. He was my first love. Now he’s my last love.” She wanted Jackson’s blessing, but it wasn’t necessary. It wouldn’t change anything.

“I always liked that guy,” Jackson said.

She chuckled. “Me, too.”

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