Page 140 of Beneath the Hood

Her hips move in tandem with mine and she lets out a moan, grabbing my hand, our fingers interlocking as she brings it up to cup her breast.

My head stays buried in her neck, enjoying the closeness of our position, loving that I get to wake up like this every morning and go to sleep with her every night.

She never left Sugarlake.

For the first couple of weeks, she stayed at the bed-and-breakfast on the edge of town, until we both admitted it didn’t make sense. She was spending all her time with me anyway, so she checked out and moved in with me.

It’s crazy.

Moving so fast it makes my head spin.

But tomorrow isn’t guaranteed, so you might as well live life with the one you love.

It was that thought that ran through my mind when I pulled her in my arms all those months ago and forgave her mistakes.

Some people think I gave in too easily, but when you go through the grief of death, forgiveness is easier to grasp. And I’d forgive her a thousand times over if it meant I could spend the rest of my days by her side.

She made a video the next day. Her first official post in over a month, telling everyone what happened. The truth this time, and then professing her love forme.

Surprisingly, people didn’t care that I worked on cars, or that in their minds I wasn’t worthy. Mainly, it’s been an overwhelming amount of support. And it’s because of the positive reaction that she decided to stay an influencer. But even though she’s still posting selfies and making videos, it’s a different world compared to what she used to do.

Now, instead of photoshopped pictures and staged outings, she posts her realness. Videos of how her therapy is going, and how she deals with side effects of her anti-depressants. How she still struggles daily with her relationship with food and exercise. She takes people on her journey and lets them know they aren’t alone. And I think it helps her to know that she isn’t either.

She still has panic attacks, and there are times where she breaks down in tears, caving to her obsessive thoughts and wanting to slide back into old habits. But no one is expecting perfection, and instead of hiding it from the world, she shows how it’s okay to embrace the things that make youyou.

I’ve never been more proud to call her mine.

Her pussy flutters around me, soft moans ringing through the air. Heat races up my spine, my balls tensing as I come deep inside of her, my teeth biting down on her neck, groaning through my release.

Eventually, I roll onto my back and look at her. “Do you want breakfast?”

She smiles. “Yeah, I want pancakes.” Standing up, she sways her hips as she walks to the bathroom, my heart swelling as I watch her go.

There’s not a day that goes by where I regret taking her back.

My phone rings, bringing me out of my trance, and I pick it up when I see it’s Chase. I’m surprised to have him calling so early. After he proposed to Lee two nights ago, I expected them to be MIA, celebrating their engagement.

“Hey, man.”

“Hey. I need a favor.”

Sitting up in bed, I run my fingers through my hair. “Sure, what’s up?”

He sighs. “Do you remember when I told you about that private investigator?”

My brows furrow. “Yeah, Mason or whatever, right? The one you hired to look for Lily?”

“Right. Well, he called me the other day. And Jax, he fucking found her.” His voice pinches. “He knows where my sister is.”

My breath whooshes out of me. Lily ran away back when we were kids and I had given up hope that she’d ever be found. “Holy fuck, Chase.”

“Anyway, he tried to be stingy with info, because he’s a giant fucking prick. But eventually, after I promised him I wouldn’t do anything rash, I got an address out of him.”

“And?”

“And obviously I was lying. I’m on a plane to Arizona in three hours to find her, but Goldi woke up puking her guts out, and I...fuck.I need you to come with me.”

My stomach tightens. “Today?”

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