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A giddiness fluttered into my chest.Me, doing what felt good?That was a new one.But one I knew I was going to like.Especially with him.I trusted him.Trusted that whatever we did together, he’d make sure I was taken care of.
Bracing my palms on his shoulders, I rose upward and let him slide almost all the way out, then slipped back down.
Yes.Yes, this.
I adjusted, moving up and down, impaling my body on his.When I got more comfortable, I rubbed myself shamelessly against his pelvic bone, using his cock as my fuck-toy, finding just the right recipe.A pace, a rhythm, a movement that made my whole body sing.As tired as I was from the past few days, I found my energy renewed by every guttural groan that was torn from his throat.
“That’s right.That’s my good, bad girl,” he said through clenched teeth.“Ride me.”
I smiled against his mouth and repeated that perfect movement over and over, squeezing his cock inside me, hard, every time I crashed down onto him.
“Nice, Rebel.That’s it.”He ran his hands over my breasts, licking and kissing my lips.He slid his hands lower, to my hips, urging me to go faster.Tangling his tongue with mine, he stroked it into my mouth in time with my movements.His body twitched, and I knew he was close.So was I.“Just like that.Make yourself feel good.”
I cried out against his mouth and pumped faster, up and down over him, clenching my inner muscles tight around him.I wrapped my arms around his neck, reached behind him and grabbed the side of the tub, crying out as the orgasm crashed through me.
He jutted his hips upward as he grabbed my ass and thrust himself up into me.Groaning into my mouth, he pumped in hard, straight to my center, coming apart inside me.I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on to him as he came, feeling his every shudder, and the heat blooming inside me, fully prepared to never, ever let him go.
He fell back against the tub and cradled me against him, panting into my ear.I laid my head on his shoulder as he stroked his fingers up and down my back.We lay there for a long time, catching our breath, not saying anything.
He reached down and cupped my knee as he kissed me gently on the shell of my ear.“We may have invented bathtub burn.”
I laughed, just realizing that my knees did feel a little raw.“But it was worth it.”
It was all worth it.Every little fucked up thing that I’d been through, that we’d been through.Because in the end, it had brought us together.It had brought me to the man who’d officially put an end to the nightmare.
The man I loved.
27
Brent
Ilooked at the calendar in my Memory Key as I strode through the kitchen to the Keurig.
Sentencing Hearing: 10 a.m.– August 12.
I checked the time.It was after eight.
We were running late.If we wanted to get some breakfast before going downtown to the courthouse for sentencing, we needed to move.
Glancing at my watch again, I walked up the stairs and into the bathroom with a mug of coffee for Rebecca.She was leaning over the sink, naked, carefully applying makeup to her pretty turquoise eyes in the mirror.
When she pulled the wand from her eye, I squeezed her side.She jumped, which made me jump.We were both a tangle of nerves.
“Oh, sorry,” she said, taking the coffee from me and sipping it.“Thanks.”
“Nervous?”
“A little.”
That was an understatement.She was wound up like a knot, and so was I.I gave her a dubious look and started to massage the tension out of her neck.She leaned into my hand and groaned.
She set the mug of coffee down and looked back in the mirror, her eyes meeting mine, a terrified expression on her face now.“Okay, a lot.I can’t stop thinking about it.What if—”
I placed one finger over her lips, quieting her.We’d agreed not to think of the what-ifs.They could drive a person crazy.“We need to concentrate on whatis.We’re together.Even if the court system tears us apart later today, we’ll be together.I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
She turned and looked up into my eyes, giving me a kiss on the cheek.“Right.Could you go look at the outfits I’m thinking about and let me know what you think is best?”
“Yeah.”I headed out of the room and spotted the three choices laid out on the king-size bed.It was clear she’d put a lot of thought into them.There was a schoolmarm ensemble, a great-grandmother ensemble, and a bag lady ensemble.I laughed.Poor girl.
