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I return my gaze on her, watching as she licks and sucks, biting gently before taking it all the way again. I could come, but damn, I’ve waited a long time to feel her pussy around me and that’s exactly what I want.

“Get up,” I say. She stands and wipes her bottom lip. I put my hand around her throat, bringing her to me. I kiss her, deep and long, reaching my hand down to her clit and rubbing the swollen nub. Her knees nearly give out. She grips onto my arms, whimpering.

“Can you come like this?” I ask.

“Yes,” she murmurs. I keep circling, feeling her excitement. My dick throbs. She moans, and I go faster, until her knees bend and I have to hold her up as she comes. I waste no time. I pick her up and lay her on the bed. Climbing between her legs, I rub my cock against her arousal and slide in.

“Fuck,” I breathe as she gasps. I capture her open mouth with mine, thrusting in and out, gripping her thigh. I knew it was going to be great when we finally slept together again, when she was finally mine, but I had no idea it was going to be like this.

I feel like my sins have been washed away, like the plates on my broken world have shifted back in place. Tsunamis and earthquakes occur, but right here, we’re safe. Just her and me like this. I never want it to end. I’ve loved this woman since I was a boy, and I’ll never stop. This is the way it was always supposed to be.

She moves her hands through my hair, sliding against my cheek, her fingers touching my lips. I suck and bite while pushing deep inside of her. She pants, a line of pleasure forming between her brow.

I can’t stop. I can’t ever stop. I want to marry her, I want her to bear my last name because she’s agreed to be mine, not my brother’s.

Her heels dig into the back of my jeans. My face goes to her neck and I groan as she milks me.

I breathe heavy, my cock pulsing inside of her. She feather-kisses the side of my face, and I pull out, planting one on her lips before I roll over.

We lie still for a moment, staring up at the ceiling before she gets up and walks into the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower,” she says as she opens the door. “Want to join me?” She bites her bottom lip.

I smile. “Yeah.”

Chapter Fifty-One

Bexley

Danny and I spent several weeks off and on at the lake house before I got a call saying an offer was made on my home. I thought maybe I could rent a small apartment downtown until I figured things out. I needed to get back to work. Samuel’s life insurance would last me a while and the money from the house, but I’d never been without a job. I knew I would start to feel restless.

My goal was to get back into photography. I needed to design a website with my photos and upload them onto some paying sites. I’d planned to travel and take photos, but now I didn’t want to be without Danny, so that plan was shot.

I looked out at the dock where he was seated, seeming deep in thought. The scruff on his face had grown and I liked it. It was spikey against my thigh, scratchy against my skin, but the roughness of it and his pillow-soft lips made my toes curl.

Things have shifted for us. It’s clear we both have grown in mind and body. We’ve lain in bed naked and tangled up, whispering I love you, basking in pleasure. He’s worshipped me and made me feel like I’m the center of his world.

We spent Christmas morning watchingHome AloneandNational Lampoon’sChristmas Vacation. We napped on and off before I cooked us some steaks and steamed vegetables. We drank by the fire before Danny stripped my clothes off and covered me with his hard, tattooed body.

He rocked into me with slowness at first until neither of us could stand it any longer and he fucked me with dirty words whispered in my ear as the heat from the fire and our lovemaking made sweat drip down my back.

On New Year’s Eve we drove into town before going separate ways. I visited the grocery store and Danny went and bought fireworks. We shot them off on the dock before going inside, drinking tequila and listening to music, slow dancing and talking about days long ago. We kissed at midnight and he bent me over the couch and made me come with his name rushing from my lips.

We’re getting to know one another again. I didn’t realize how light of a sleeper Danny is. If I get up during the night, he asks me where I’m going. I didn’t know he doesn’t eat for the first few hours he’s up, or that he likes his coffee black. He isn’t great at cleaning, but he is good with his hands.

He has a shop outside now filled with wood and tools and a dining room table he’s been working on. I find him out there some mornings, concentrating as he sands the wood. It’s hot seeing him create something out of nothing. I always thought Samuel was the carpenter of the O’Briens, but it seems Danny has the talent, too.

The weather has warmed some, and the flowers are in bloom. With my camera around my neck, I open the French doors and step out onto the porch. I walk down the yard a bit, stopping to snap a few photos of Danny before continuing, enjoying the feel of the sunshine. He looks my way when I step onto the wood of the dock.

“I got an offer on the house,” I say. “It’s good. I’m going to accept it.”

He lifts a brow.

I take a seat beside him on the bench, exhaling as I look out at the lake.

“What are you going to do now?” he asks. I play with the cuticle on my thumb. We’ve been staying here a lot, but I have gone home while he continued his work with Johnny and the feds, trying to frame Moretti.

This is one thing we haven’t really discussed. How we’re going to live. He has the apartment above the bar and this home.

“I thought about renting an apartment downtown.”

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