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“Fuck,” I groaned, slipping one of my hands down to press between her thighs, working her clit. Because with her tight, wet walls around me, there was no way this was going to last.
“Saul… I…”
Then she was, her pussy pulsing around my cock as she came, taking me with her.
I swear I saw white for a long moment as I buried deep inside her, my body jerking as I filled her.
Reaching around, I pulled her up and against my chest, holding her tight as our bodies came back down.
“How about we go get cleaned up then go get some breakfast?”
“Then hit the home improvement store?” she asked.
“A woman after my own heart.”
Este - 3 weeks
It was the first time I’d been in my house alone since the attack. In fact, it was only the second time in nearly a month. The othertime had simply been to grab a bunch of clothes and toiletries before heading back to the clubhouse.
But Raff had come back with Syn only to scoop up Saul and hit the road again.
I was told it was a short ‘run,’ and that I could stay in the club with the guys the whole time.
Without Saul’s distraction, though, the house seemed to loom large each time Trix and I took a long walk into town.
It felt like time.
Even knowing that I never had to worry about my old coach again, I felt anxiety flooding my veins as I walked up the front porch.
Trix, on the other hand, had absolutely no reservations. She nearly pulled my arm out of the socket in her eagerness to get back into our house.
It had a strange, closed-up scent to it when I moved inside, flicking the lights on even though it was the middle of the day.
I drifted through the rooms, avoiding the kitchen until the very end.
I caught sight of a splash of blood on the floor, the bloody screwdriver under the cabinet.
Panicked, I threw it in the sink, running hot water and bleach over it until it looked almost new again.
Then I bleached the cabinets, the floors, the walls. I bleached things there was no way Coach Dover could have possibly touched.
When I was done, I finally felt like I could breathe in there again.
Trix begged to go outside to sniff all the new smells in the yard.
And I did something crazy.
I moved out the front door.
Then walked next door.
Sucking in a steadying breath, I pushed open the door.
I didn’t really know what I was expecting. I’d been so out of it when Saul carried me out last time that I hadn’t noticed anything around me.
I guess I figured the upstairs would look similar to the basement. But it was just a house. With the same original woodwork as mine, the same floors, the same gorgeous accents.
The kitchen was butted up against where my kitchen was, and I was suddenly imagining the wall down to make one giant room with a big island, a walk-in pantry, and a little breakfast nook.
