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Storm picks up the message. “That was a long time ago,” he murmurs quietly. “Let’s put this behind us.”
Marjorie nods dismally, but I can still see the shock in her eyes. She’s not used to being called out like this. We sit in awkward silence for a few minutes and the tension is suffocating.
Finally, Storm stands up, breaking the silence with, “No sense dwelling on something we can’t change,” and offers me his hand.
“I accept your apology,” I say, hoping to lighten her guilt. She did have a point. We were both immature and careless in college.
She says “Thank you,” with a small smile as I grip Storm’s hand and hold it tight, grateful he didn’t give up on me. We don’t look back at Marjorie as we head toward the door. Now I’m the one who needs forgiveness.
Chapter seven
Storm
As we step out into the crisp winter air hand in hand, the snowflakes gently fall around us.
“Peach,” I begin, my voice soft against the hushed backdrop of the snowfall in the quiet parking lot. “I should’ve tried harder to explain everything to you back then. I shouldn’t have bailed off to Texas without a word after our fight.”
She looks up at me with an expression in her beautiful brown eyes I can’t read. I’m not sure what she’s thinking or feeling after our little escapade to the past with Marjorie. “I shouldn’t have doubted you, Storm. I should’ve known better than to trust Marjorie over you.” She gives me a sly smile. “I do have a little confession to make though.”
I grin, watching the snowflakes kiss her cheeks, leaving tiny glistening dots in her silky brown air. “Tell me.”
“I looked for your truck.”
I cock my head and wait for her to explain. “My truck?”
She nods. “At your family’s ranch. I was in West Palomino the weekend after we broke up and swung by your house hoping to see it parked in the driveway, but it wasn’t there. I looked for it every time I came home to visit my folks before I finally heard the news you’d gone to Texas. I think deep down I knew you’d never hurt me, but I didn’t trust my instincts.”
“If I’d known you were looking for me, I would’ve come back in an instant, but I was pretty clueless then myself.” I chuckle. “Full of piss and vinegar and pride. I was sure I could forget you, but I never did.” I gently run my hand through her hair, knocking off a few snowflakes. “And here we are, together, after all these years.”
“I almost had a heart attack when you walked through the door at the bakery.” She laughs and the sound is like liquid honey. “I was so shocked to see you. I couldn’t believe you were the one Loretta picked to help me with the hoe down.” She softly sighs and locks on to my stare. “Do you think we still have a chance at this relationship thing?”
“Think? Iknowit, darlin’. Third time’s the charm. We get to choose where we go from here, and there’s no one to stop us.”
As I lean in closer to Peach, her breath quickens against my face. Our lips meet in a hesitant, cautious kiss, but soon her hands are at the nape of my neck and my arms are wrapped around her waist. The snow continues to fall as I ravish her sweet lips, wanting to make up for every moment we’ve lost. My heart beats wildly. And it doesn’t take long for my erection to start pulsing against my zipper again. “Make up sex,” I whisper hoarsely. “We haven’t had make up sex.”
She pulls away, looking up at me with a naughty grin. “We only slept together once, but it counts.” Peach tugs my arm. “Times a wasting, cowboy.” She giggles. We steal kisses and heated glances as we hurry to my truck with my body going up in flames that have been building for years.
Once inside, my lips crash onto hers in a hungry, forceful kiss. I whisper her name as our tongues intertwine and a low growl rises up in my throat.Mine.“You turn me into an animal,” I say, shoving the seat back as far as it will go and unzip her coat. “I could’ve fucked you on the dance floor.”
“The Ramblers would’ve loved that,” she says, going straight for my belt buckle.
I’m half on top of her with my back wedged against the dashboard, and slide my hands under her sweater, kneading her perfect breasts over her bra, thumbing her hard nipples through the lacy fabric. I pull away slightly, panting, her lips are red and swollen, and all I can think about is her tight pussy. My throbbing erection is begging for his mate, dying to plunge into her. I drop my hand to her lap before wedging it between her curvy thighs, cupping her pussy through her jeans, feeling the heat emanating between her legs.
Peach is making sexy throaty sounds that are driving me wild. The windows are completely fogged up as we kiss and kiss and devour each other like we’re starving.
“You’re killing me here, darlin’. Take those fucking jeans off before I lose my mind.” We somehow manage to get our clothes off in the tight space. She smiles devilishly as we shift positions, so she’s straddling my lap, facing me with her exquisite bare pussy inches from my cock.
Her warm, lush velvet skin feels like heaven against me. I’m unglued for her. I’ve been holding back for too damn long. “You’re mine Peach.” I growl, sounding like a possessive cave man, and I don’t care. “No one else’s. Never again.” She strangles my words in a feverish kiss. My blood turns to molten lava as I trace her smooth skin with my fingers down her tummy and stroke her slick wet opening, smelling her arousal as it fills the air. “Baby, baby, I’m going to make you come so hard. You’re so damn perfect.” Her breathing becomes rapid and my own heart pounds incessantly, while my cock throbs impatiently, banging against her creamy flesh.
She smells like Christmas cookies and some kind of exotic feminine spice that brings me to my knees. I could kiss her every second for the rest of my life and die a happy man. Alternating between light and firm kisses,I kiss my way to her delicious neck, nibbling softly behind her ear. She trembles as our breathing becomes heavier and more ragged. “Fuck me baby,” I whisper, rolling my hips forward, pushing up against her stomach with my full hard length. Her delicate soft hand comes down around me and strokes my aching shaft with the perfect amount of friction. I groan, moaning against her lips, kissing her again and again. When she spreads my precum over my crown, I almost lose it completely and come all over her.
I reach under Peach, clutching one of her incredible round cheeks in each hand and lift her as she spreads her sexy voluptuous legs wide around me. I gasp at the incredible sensation as she slowly lowers her body down my shaft before rotating her hips in slow, gentle circles.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I choke out as she covers my neck with soft wet kisses and whimpers against my ear. My hands grip her tight waist as I thrust up into her snug little cave. And urgent, primal need to fill her with my cum takes over me. Usually, the idea of making anyone pregnant is terrifying, but with Peach it’s different. Waves of pleasure build with the thought of claiming her with my seed. “Peach,” I pant. “If we don’t stop now, I might make you pregnant.”
“Don’t stop. I want you raw.” She grinds down hard. “Fuck me,” she cries out riding me faster. “Fill me all the way. Give me everything.”
Our pants and moans become more frenzied in desperation. Her breasts jiggle against my chest as our slick bodies slap together with such an intensity, I know she’s about to shatter. Shuddering, she holds me tight and lets out a long groan as her perfect pussy grips my dick in spasms, milking me for everything I have. My blood is on fire. Unbearable ecstasy overwhelms every cell of my being until I can’t hold back any longer. Suddenly I break, and cry out as I come apart inside her.
