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“Fucking hell,” muttered Hayes. “When did you get back, Wyatt?”
“Not long after you guys did,” he said, taking a seat. He kissed Victoria’s cheek and leaned back in his chair. “Sounds like everything went as planned.”
“Well, pretty much,” frowned Victoria. Hayes held up his hand and shook his head.
“Seriously? Fuck, I’m sorry, man,” said Wyatt.
“It’s alright. I thought I’d be more upset about it, but I’m really not. I’m okay with going home and making a different life.”
“I’m sure you are,” grinned Wyatt.
“Hey, Wyatt! Come on, dude, the girls are getting restless,” said a man at the door of the patio.
“Gotta run,” he winked.
“Girls getting restless?” frowned Victoria. “Wyatt O’Neal, you’d better watch yourself. You’re not a young man any longer, and I know what those girls want.”
“What is that, sweet Victoria?” he smirked.
“Happily ever after.” Wyatt stared at her with a horrified expression and shook his head.
“Fuck no! I’m going home.”
She laughed, watching as Wyatt took off in the opposite direction of his friends, and Hayes couldn’t believe it.
“What did I say?” she asked.
“I think you scared the hell out of him,” said Hayes. “Come on. Let’s get back to the house and pack up. Tomorrow, we start our new life together, and with any luck, by the end of the week, we will be Mr. and Mrs. Hayes O’Neal.”
“Before we start our life as Mr. and Mrs. O’Neal, don’t you think we should get something out of the way?” smirked Victoria. Hayes stared at her, tilting his head to the side. Then it hit him.
“Vic, we don’t have to rush this,” he said quietly.
“Hayes, I’ve been in love with you for almost ten years. I don’t think we’re rushing anything. Now, please, take me home and make love to me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed.
Hayes thought it would be awkward on their first time. It was anything but awkward. It was beautiful and sweet. His brave Victoria stripped right there in front of him, showing her beautiful body to him in all its glorious nakedness.
When he stripped, Victoria trailed her fingers over every rippling muscle, feeling what would soon belong to her. They’d always had passionate kisses, but tonight, their kissing was filled not just with passion but also with love and promises of a future together.
Her sweet body molded to his own as he gently pushed forward, a little at a time, he moved further and further inside of her until one final push. He stilled, allowing her to catch her breath. True to her new bravery, she only smiled, rocking her hips back and forth, raking her nails over his back.
Hayes was happy with just one love-making session, but Victoria wanted more, and she went for it. Touching his body with a passion and knowledge that confused Hayes.
“I see your wheels turning,” she said breathlessly, straddling his hips. “I’ve read every single one of Charlie’s books. Every. Single. One.”
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Yes. Fuck,” she smiled.
“Baby, aren’t you sore? We have a lifetime to keep going. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not hurting, Hayes. I’m so happy right now, I just want your body as close to mine as it can possibly be. And as it turns out, that’s making love. You good with that?” Hayes laughed, rolling her over, and kissing down her neck, tweaking those beautiful nipples.
“Babe, I am more than okay with that. Open up, honey, I’m about to truly make you mine.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
