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Rolling over I take her with me, and look up as she begins to ride me. Her hands on my chest, her hips rotating as she moans, and I am mesmerized by her.

I can feel her building toward her release, and press my thumb over her clit, making her gasp and then moan.

“Oh God, yes,” she encourages me, and I watch her come apart, her body trembling, her body gripping me so tight as she rides out her orgasm and I follow her over the edge.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT

Garrett

Enteringmy kitchen to find Kyra wearing one of my t-shirts, hanging off one shoulder and her blonde hair loose, and wild from our night is a vision I could get used to. I love having her here, for once the apartment I’ve lived in for years feels like a home.

She doesn’t know yet about the property I bought. She also doesn’t know that the basement was poured several weeks ago, and the building plans will kick in sometime in the next month.

I want to show it all to her, and I will, but for now I want to enjoy having her back in my arms.

Walking toward her she looks up from the bowl she is stirring and smiles.

“I was gonna make waffles, but you don’t have a waffle iron,” she shrugs.

“I’ll buy one.”

“I decided on pancakes,” she turns her head and looks back over her shoulder as I step up behind her. Leaning in close I kiss her temple.

“I had the stuff for pancakes?”

“Just barely,” she wrinkles her nose, “I had to improvise so if they are bad, pretend you love them.”

I chuckle at how adorable she is.

“We need to get groceries though, because I cannot cook a good meal for you under these conditions.”

Damn I love the idea of her here cooking for us. Watching her move around the kitchen, comfortable and doing what she loves.

The sound of the doorbell, followed by the front door flying open catches both Kyra and me off guard.

“Hello,” my mother’s voice echoes over the space, just before she appears around the wall and skids to a stop.

I look at her, then to Kyra and then back to my mom. It’s pretty obvious Kyra spent the night, it's also obvious what we did last night. Kyra bares all the evidence, and all I can do is smile when my mother’s face lights up with joy.

She knows what I’ve been feeling these last several weeks in her absence. Hell every member of my family knows, and they’ve all been telling me to give it time.

“I brought breakfast,” she holds up a travel container. “Dad made his buttermilk biscuits and gravy.”

She can’t wipe the smile from her face, yet Kyra looks horrified.

“I can now see that you’ve got breakfast sorted.”

“Um no,” my girl says in a rush, looking back at me with a wide-eyed look. “This is nothing,” Kyra adds. “They’ll probably taste horrible, considering I didn’t have all the right ingredients.” I almost laugh at how fast she is talking and how nervous she sounds. “I wanted to make waffles, but Garrett doesn’t have a waffle iron, so I then decided to make pancakes, but I’d prefer waffles. But biscuits and gravy sound good, it sounds better.” She is breathing so fast. “Way better,” she adds, and I can’t hold back anymore. I cover my mouth and do my best to hide it, but the second I start to laugh so does my mother.

Kyra glares at me and I bite my lip, but my mother laughing isn’t helping matters.

“Oh honey,” my mom walks closer, placing the containers down onto the countertop. “I’m so happy to see you here.” Without another thought she rounds the counter and grabs hold of Kyra and pulls her in for a hug. She doesn’t care that Kyra isn’t wearing any pants, or a bra.

“So, so happy to see you here,” she reiterates, and I take a deep breath, loving what I’m seeing.

When she releases her, she looks at me, cupping my cheeks. “You two enjoy breakfast and don’t be strangers, come visit, bring Gran. We should do dinner,” she releases my cheek and looks at Kyra again. This time she says nothing, just smiles, sighs and then turns around walking out of my apartment.

“Your mother knows we did it,” Kyra mumbles. “Oh my God, Garrett I’m not wearing any panties.”

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