Page 103 of The Locksmith's Promise

Huh.

The praise was hot as fuck too.

Rolling my hips, I watched as her neck arched back, her sweet lips parted, and her body quaked, core gripping me tightly.

“Aw, fuck, Maggie,” I near complained, not wanting it to end, but losing control.

“Give it to me, baby,” she urged, her soft hand running down my side to grip my ass tightly. Digging in her fingers, she cooed low, “Fill me, Sir.”

I threw my head back, my body rigid, as my hips slammed into her pelvis and my cock pulsed out my release inside her.

Pushing up on my hands, I rolled off her and flopped down on my back. “Holy shit, Maggie,” I gasped.

She giggled and poked me in the ribs.

I lay beside her, staring up at her water-marked ceiling, effervescent bubbles of joy filling my chest with light.

I marveled at the foreign sensation, one I could barely contain, and began to laugh.

The belly-shaking, earth-quaking kind of laughter that balled your cheeks and reduced your vision to mere slits.

Maggie threw herself on top of me, staring down at me with a wide smile curving her lips.

She was here.

With me.

And happy.

The bubbles swelled and pulsed with an ache of longing for her.

Yearning for her even as she sat astride me, her curvy thighs hugging my hips.

I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her, tugged her chest to mine, and rolled her under me once more.

That night, I stayed for the first time.

The following morning, Corwin stumbled into the kitchen, shocked to find me making his mom breakfast in bed.

Then he beamed at me and asked if I would make enough for him as well.

Hallowe’en came and went as over the next couple of weeks, Maggie and I settled into a new routine, one that involved me regularly making breakfast for her and Corwin.

She was calmer, happier, accepting our new normal.

So much so that the last time we crossed paths with Jenny, Maggie had waved and greeted her. She’d even ordered cinnamon buns from Buns and Biscuits for Corwin and me.

Several times.

As for me, I struggled.

Every time I saw Jenny, a dark, oily shadow pressed against the seams of the door I’d slammed shut in my mind.

Whatever lurked behind it, I didn’t need to know.

Nor did I want to remember any details of what I did to Maggie.

I gave my head a shake and focussed on our plans for the night which included the bonus of Corwin staying with his grandparents.

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