Page 109 of Sugarloaf Ridge Lies

I slide my fingers across the scar on his forehead and cup his cheek. “We have all the time in the world.”

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Our bodies move together, alternating between slow and wild as if it’s second nature, both sensing what the other needs. Jerry claims my body as if I’m his until the end of his days.

True to Jerry’s word, he has me floating in the clouds and dropping back to Earth, sated and ruined with pleasure in the best of ways. It’s euphoria like I’ve never known.

I bite back tears as we collapse in a heap, soft kisses keeping us connected.

“Now I’ve had you, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough,” he says.

As sweet as the sentiment is, every muscle aches. I swear he’ll wear down the end of his beautiful cock if we go again so soon. “I’ve never felt this good and sore at the same time.”

Jerry laughs and springs from the bed as if he’s magically recovered from our sex marathon. “A hot shower will help. Come on.”

Bracing on his arm for support, my lower back protests as I step into the large bathtub. The shower head above soothes as it streams and spills water over my body.

Soapy fingers glide down my back and around to circle my bump. “So, the baby would be ’round the size of a sweet potato,” Jerry says.

Huh?

I turn around and sweep my hands over his pecs to link behind his neck. “You’ve been reading about it?”

He swipes water from his eyes as it drips from his dark hair. “I was curious. Wanted to know what you were goin’ through.”

“That’s really sweet.”

Jerry holds my gaze for a long while as if musing over a thousand things at once.

“What is it?”

He smiles and shakes his head. “Nothin’.” He licks at his lower lip.

The look of desire in his eyes sends a flood of heat to my core. “Whatever that look is, it’s not nothin’.”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “Things have been wrong for so long, and now they’re finally startin’ to feel right.” His dark brows pull tight.

I sense a but, here.

A prickling sensation sweeps over me as I search his chocolate pools. “I feel that way too.”

“And I’m not just talking about the sex.” Jerry combs his fingers through my hair then diverts his gaze. “If I’m honest, it’s not easy to get used to.”

Oh, Jerry. What has your past been like?

“How do you mean?” I whisper.

His shoulders bounce up and down. “I dunno. Like one day and I’m gonna wake up and realise it was all a dream.”

My chest tightens as I slam my mouth to his, as if to prove we are truly in the land of the living. “I promise you. This is very much real.”

I toy with the light dusting of hair over his pecs, revelling in how it tickles my skin and how his nipples harden.

It’s not a fantasy land, but everything has changed.For the better.

“Jerry, if we’re gonna do this, we’re a partnership.”

He nods. “Of course.”

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