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“Yours,” I whisper as I hear Shane undoing his belt. I close my eyes, brace my hands on the bike and lean over from the side, waiting for Shane to take me like only he can. The second I feel his tip lining up to me, I relax, allowing him to slide right in.
I let out a low moan as he dives into me. I know I need to be quiet, but I can’t keep this in. Between the thrill of being seen and the sensation of Shane thrusting into me, I’m absolutely lust drunk.
Freeing.
That’s what this is. Over the past few months, being with Shane, I’ve started feeling like a new me. I worked for years to shed the skin I grew when I was married. I fought and clawed to become the me I almost forgot I was.
But with Shane? He’s helped me find me. The parts that were missing. The parts I thought disappeared. The parts I never knew I had.
He’s made me whole.
I don’t know if I can ever thank him enough for that. But I know I’ll try.
I’ll try for the rest of my life.
“Amelia.” My name is a whisper from his lips.
“Yes,” I say, needing the release.
Shane starts pumping harder into me. I try to hold onto the bike, but there’s nothing for me to grip onto. I feel Shane’s hand wrapping around my stomach, his fingers traveling down to rub the spot that sends me every time.
And he does.
I yell so loud I know anyone could hear me, even if they are miles away. Shane follows me, his lower and guttural. He falls over on me, both of us using the motorcycle underneath us to hold on. It’s the only thing stopping us from falling to the ground.
But it would be okay. We’d be doing it together. And I think that if we’re together, everything is going to be okay.
Chapter 28
Amelia
“This feels weird.”
For the hundredth time in the past ten minutes, I play with the fake engagement ring that’s now sitting on my finger. It’s been a while since I’ve worn anything there—even when I was married, it was just a wedding band. This ring is a thirty-dollar cubic zirconium that we picked up from a store on our way back from Florida. But unless Paul’s new girlfriend has schooled him in fine jewelry, I doubt he’ll notice. But hewouldnotice if I wasn’t wearing one. And we need to keep the ruse going for today. So fake engagement ring it is.
“I’m not going to lie; it looks good on you.”
I laugh and bite my lip, my eyes wandering around to see if anyone is looking at us as Shane takes both of my hands in his. We’re in the back corner booth, but still, this is Rolling Hills. Spreading gossip and rumors is the town’s pastime.
“We need to be careful. Remember, people still don’t know. Oliver doesn’t know. And if he finds out through the town’s gossip page, it will break his heart.”
I might have said those words, but my actions don’t match. Ihaven’t pulled my hands away. The shit-eating grin is still on my face. And I’m pretty sure the look I’m giving Shane screams, “We had sex this morning and that’s why I’m walking a little funny.”
“I know,” Shane says as he slowly pulls his hands away. “After we get the kids today, I’ll head to his place. He’ll know today, and then we can tell our moms. After that, we’ve covered everyone who should hear it firsthand that we’re together.”
“Good plan,” I say as Mona approaches our table with coffee and water. I quickly hide my left hand under the table. Last thing I need is for Mona to catch me with the ring on. That’s a recipe for disaster.
“So how long has this been going on?”
My eyes nearly pop out of my head. Shane’s face is slowly losing color. “What do you mean?”
Mona shakes her head. “Quit your damn lying. I saw you two holding hands. You think you’re slick? You’re not. Amelia here looks like a whole new woman, and this one over here is smiling. I haven’t seen him smile since the Fury won the championship. So we can do one of two things: You can either tell me now so I know what to tell everyone. Or you can let my imagination run wild.”
I look over to Shane, hoping we can silently agree on the first option, when the sight of Paul’s Hummer pulls in. I mean, you can’t miss it. The thing is huge.
“I see your ex is here in the car he’s using to compensate for what I’m guessing he’s lacking in other departments.”
I can’t even laugh at Mona’s joke. My stomach is in a sudden knot, and my hands are sweating. I’ve never been a liar, let alone a good one. Yes, I was able to sneak out a few times back in high school. Yes. I’ve expanded on the truth. But keeping up a completely untrue story like this? I don’t know if Ihave it in me. Hell, I cracked the first time my kids asked me about Santa.
