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All because Maple had the courage to face her fears and spread her wings. And maybe get a little angry.

As the last note fades away, the place erupts in cheers and applause. I blink, releasing Maple and stepping back to point to her. This was all Maple. The crowd gives her some whistles and then Maple is grabbing my hand and pulling me back toward Gracie.

“Grandma, will you watch Mookie today?” she asks, out of breath.

Nancy whoops and Gracie agrees, practically shoving us away. “Go have fun, you two.”

“I need to get you out of here,” Maple says, pulling me away. She’s breathless and sporting pink cheeks, eyes wild. She’s so dang beautiful, I almost stop her to take a picture on my phone.

“So Megan doesn’t abduct me?” I ask wryly.

Maple stops so fast I nearly plow into her. Our bodies are pressed together as she tips her head back and purrs, “No, so I can properly thank you for saving me up there.”

My fist finds her hair, tangling in the strands and gripping her tight. “You didn’t need saving.”

Her eyes practically catch fire as she stares up at me. Then she grabs my hand and yanks me down the path to the Jeep. She hops inside and waits impatiently for me to get in on the driver side. I barely get my seat belt on and the vehicle backed out of the parking space when she pounces. Her fingers fly to my shorts, pulling the zipper down and shoving her hand in my boxers. I bark out my surprise, but that’s nothing compared to when she leans over and takes my semi-hard erection into her hot mouth.

“Jesus, Maple. I can’t drive.”

She pops her mouth off of me and I miss the heat immediately. In two seconds flat, I’m fully erect and ready to beg to get her mouth back again. “Get us home quick, Holt.”

I swallow hard and grip the steering wheel like there’s black ice on the roads. She smiles like the devil, right before she slides my hard length back into her mouth. Her tongue swirls on the tip, her teeth lightly graze the underside of the head, then her slick lips smooth down the shaft. Her head begins to bob up and down faster, her fingers getting in on the action and creating a tighter grip. Goose bumps line every inch of my skin.

“Oh my God,” I breathe, taking a right turn entirely too fast and worrying for a second that I’ll tip the fucking Jeep. “This can’t be safe.”

“Den uh bedda et uth hum,” she says around my cock.

I end up California-stopping two stop signs and somehow don’t get pulled over. I’m also sweating and breathing so hard I’m afraid I’ll pass out. Finally, I see the driveway to the cabin. If I can just hold out another few seconds, I’ll make it home in time to truly enjoy this.

Maple must know we’re close because she grabs my balls and gives them a squeeze. I fold over, my chest hitting the steering wheel and setting off the horn. A shiver wracks me and I know I can’t hold on much longer.

“Maple!” I bark, only to feel her laughing around my dick.

I shove the Jeep in park, the back end of my vehicle still in the road, but I can’t go any further. I hope to God our neighbors aren’t out for a walk in broad daylight right now.

My fingers bury themselves inside her hair as I lean my head back and just fucking breathe. She moves up and down my length faster, humming her own pleasure as she goes. My hips, no longer glued to the seat in order to press the gas pedal and brakes, lift, shoving my cock to the back of her throat. She lets out a choking noise and I quickly force them back down. Jesus. I can’t control…any…of this.

“Maple,” I warn. My fingers tighten into fists in her strands and I try to pull her off me, but she refuses, only gliding up and down faster and harder.

A summer lightning strike detonates in my gut and the world disappears. It’s just Maple’s mouth and hands and the utter torturous pleasure traveling from the base of my spine to my cock. The first spasm hits and I feel the warm liquid shoot into her mouth. To my surprise and shock and intense pleasure, she swallows me down like I’m the last feast before she dies. The spasms keep coming and I know I’m flooding her mouth. I should pull out. I should have made her wait until we got back to the privacy of the cabin. There’s a lot of things I should have done, but I don’t do any of them except ride this out and swear my lifelong loyalty and anything else this goddess of a woman might want.

I don’t say any of that out loud of course, but I’m thinking it. Over and over again as I try to catch my breath. My fingers finally release her hair and she pops up. I pry one eyelid open to see her swipe the back of her hand across her red, swollen lips. There’s an impish grin on her face. Her hair is a mess and she’s utterly beautiful.

“I love you, Maple Thatcher,” I declare in my head.

Except it’s not in my head.

It’s out loud.

ChapterTwenty-One

Maple

I haven’t done something so impulsive and messy andloud—take that, Dexter—in so long I’m practically giddy. Yes, I’m downright giddy over giving Holt a blow job in semi-public. I lift my head and wipe my mouth, on the verge of throwing my head back and cackling with glee.

“I love you, Maple Thatcher,” Holt says, staring me right in the eyes.

Mine, of course, go wide in shock. A thank-you might have been warranted, but a declaration of love? Forget magical pussies, I have a magical mouth, apparently.

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