Page 134 of Beneath the Surface

I twitch inside of her, ready to explode just from the feel of her walls hugging me. My palms grip her hips. “Are you okay?”

“It hurts a little.” She moves her hips forward, making my eyes roll back. “But I like the pain.”

She starts a steady rhythm, her hips moving slow and steady, the heat building between our bodies until it feels like an inferno. But I’m willing to burn alive as long as we get to be together.

Heat collects at the base of my spine as her walls flutter around me, her hand coming up to her mouth to stifle the sounds.

My hips start to move, working us into a slightly faster motion, wanting to feel her come apart around me. “Are you still with me, little bird?”

Her eyes look down, blazing into mine. She nods, and I thrust sharply into her, my thumb pressing down on her swollen clit. “Are you gonna come for me?”

She nods again, her legs tightening around my hips as she works her body the way she needs against my cock.Fuck,she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

My balls tense, my cock jerking inside of her.

Goddamn.

And then her body tightens up, her mouth opening on a silent scream, body trembling, and walls milking my shaft as she comes undone around me.

Her orgasm is enough to send me over the edge, my length throbbing as I release deep inside of her, my hips pushing in farther to be as close to her as I can get.

Spent, I collapse back on the bed, her body resting on top of mine, her mouth laving kisses along my chest.

My hand smooths over the back of her hair. “Are you okay?” My heart pinches as I think about her body still healing, and me, a fucking Neanderthal not able to keep my hands to myself.

She grins up at me. “I’m perfect.”

And as we lie in her temporary bed, in her temporary home, my soul feels more satiated than ever. Because I know thatthisis forever.

I’m never leaving again.

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Lily

I’ve never been to a graveyard, and it’s...cleanerthan I expected. Prettier. I wanted to bring flowers to pay my respects to Mrs. Carson, but the truth is I don’t have the money, so I ended up gazing at her tombstone, a heavy ache in my heart, whispering my words of gratitude for all the ways she taught me how to be a good person.

And I thank her for making Lee, for bringing her into my brother’s life, because even though the hurt isn’t fully healed between us, it’s clear as day to see how happy she makes him. How absolutelymeantfor each other they are.

“So,” Lee says, twisting toward me in the passenger seat of her car. “Where to now?”

My fingers twist in my lap. There’s a cookout happening at her place later today, witheveryonecoming. Jax, who flips cars for a living, has some big production movie that’s being released featuring his work, and Blakely managed to get an early copy. The plan is to eat dinner and watch it on the projector screen we’ve set up out back.

I shrug. “Don’t we need to head back?”

She smiles at me. “We do. But I wanna talk to you first for a minute.”

My stomach twists.

She reaches out and grips my hand tight. I let her, my heart growing heavy from the thickness in the air.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

My chest pulls, my wide eyes glancing up to her. “Why areyousorry?”

“For a lot of things.” She lifts her shoulder. “But mainly because I hurt you, and I know it.”

I glance to the side. “That was years ago.”

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