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She even hollowed her cheeks as she rose up and down. She wasted no time, and she didn’t need any instructions. Apparently, blowjobs were instinctive, or he’d given her enough advice to build her confidence.

Lyla was a dream. His own personal wet dream.

All too soon, he was on the edge, and he gripped her hair. “Baby girl, I’m going to come. If you don’t want to swallow me, you need to pull off.”

She lowered farther, sucking him deeper, doing something wicked with her tongue that had his eyes rolling back.

That was it. He couldn’t hold back another second. He came harder than ever, emptying his seed against his girl’s throat. There were no words for what she did to him. She unmanned him. She made him whole. She filled a part of him he’d known for a long time needed to be fulfilled.

He’d watched her for two years, and now she was in his bed, his cock in her mouth. He’d never felt this kind of peace and contentment as she lifted her face and smiled at him. “Did I do it right?”

CHAPTER

NINE

“Regrets?” Rock asked.

“God no. But when will I see you again?” she asked in barely a whisper. Her heart felt like it was going to break in two as she clutched her stilettos and the teddy bear in one hand.

It was five o’clock in the morning. She was leaning against the side of her house next to the door. She knew she could easily slip in and sneak up to her room without anyone knowing, mostly because she’d never once broken a rule or done something like this. She didn’t even have a curfew because there had never been a need.

Rock crowded her. He had her pinned with his feet planted on either side of hers and his elbows next to her head against the brick. He kissed her behind her ear. “I don’t know, Baby girl. I’ll be around this weekend some with your brother. I’ll find a way to pin you to a wall and steal a kiss,” he teased.

She swallowed. “But I mean like after you leave for your internship and I go to school.” Her knees were weak.

Most people would probably say she was far too young to feel the things she was feeling. They would also say Rock was. Butshe knew better. She knew in her soul she would never in her life feel the things she’d experienced for the last six hours.

Rock set a hand on her chest between her breasts. The V of her dress allowed him to touch her bare skin. He set his forehead against hers and looked her in the eyes. “I can’t predict the future, Little Lyla. But I do know you have to get your education and follow your dreams. I also know I will never leave this town. You will always be able to find me. We share a bond that will never be broken. One day our happily ever after will begin.”

She swallowed back tears. “It already has, Daddy.”

ROCK

I hope you enjoyedRock: The Prequel. Are you ready forRock? Jump ahead thirty-eight years and dive into their reunion.

CHAPTER

ONE

Lyla trembled as she pulled her car into the driveway of her childhood home. It was a surreal experience. She hadn’t been here in almost forty years.

After taking a deep breath, she climbed out of the car and stared at the front of the house. She was surprised to see the same oak tree in the front yard. It was so large now that the entire yard was cast in shadow.

The house had probably been painted several times since she last saw it, but it was currently white—the same color it had been when she was growing up. The shrubbery was more recent, of course, and the railing on the porch had been replaced at some point.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, so she pulled it out, knowing it would be her father calling. She smiled as she answered. “Hey, Dad.”

“Did you make it okay, honey?”

“Yes. I just got here.”

“Oh, good. I’m sorry to dump this on you, Lyla. It’s asking a lot for you to take time out of your life to deal with selling the house. Thank you for taking care of it. Your mother and I appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem, Dad. I’ll handle it. You just take care of Mom.”

“Okay, honey. I’ll talk to you later.”

Lyla put her phone back in her jeans pocket and inhaled long and slow. She hadn’t been here since the summer after she graduated from high school. Thirty-eight years. It seemed like a lifetime and yesterday all at once.

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