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Undoing her belt, I grabbed her by the hips and shifted her body to face me better in her seat. Her pussy glistened with wetness in the light streaming from above. My hands spread her pussy wide, opening it like a pink flower. With one featherlight finger, I found her clit. A sharp intake of her breath alerted me I had hit it just right. I rubbed in light circles, and her hips began bucking against my arms as I held her in place. “Is this good, baby doll?”

“Mhmm.” She hummed with satisfaction as her head fell against the window.

Although I didn’t want to rush her orgasm, I knew our time here was limited. At any moment, a highway patrolman could pull up. Turning to look out the back window, I confirmed there were no approaching flashing lights yet.

My one hand remained attentive to her clit as the other trailed down, finding her entrance and slightly pushing inside. Her ass came off the seat to meet my hand as I pushed my finger in further, the walls of her pussy pulsating with each of her moans.

“Ahh, yes!” she yelled. “More, Ty. I need more.” Her eyes opened and connected with mine, her plea matching the begging in her piercing stare.

As I pushed more of me inside of her, I saw the shake begin in her thighs. They convulsed slightly as she tried to hold her body still. My hand continued slamming into her, skin smacking against skin. Then, as her eyes squeezed shut and her chin tucked in toward her chest, I knew the sensations were getting too strong for her. But I didn’t relent; the circles I was making around her clit intensified, as did the quaking of the muscles in her legs. She was holding back, not wanting to give in.

“Ride the wave, baby. Let it take you,” I told her.

Leaning over her, I pulled a nipple into my mouth, between my teeth. That sent her over the edge. She was writhing beneath me now, the orgasm flowing through her body. Pulling away, watching her from above as my hand worked inside of her, I admired the beauty of it as rolled through every muscle in her body. Her mouth was open but void of sound as her head fell back.

The final ripples swept through her body as I held her, and then she stilled. She lay there, motionless and quiet, for long moments. As my hand carefully retreated from the soft walls of her sex, her eyes lazily opened and landed on mine.

“Holy fuck,” she said. “What kind of magic did you just perform on me?”

I smiled. She had no idea how easy she made it for me to want to do that to her, over and over, for the rest of eternity. My eyes scanned the sculpted body in front of me, and I almost stopped breathing. “No magic needed when it comes to you, Becca.” I reached to the floorboards at her feet, pulling the pants up from her ankles. “C’mon, let’s get you covered up before anyone sees us. I don’t need a truck, or worse, a cop, stopping thinking we need help.”

She pulled her pants up and got herself situated in her seat. “What about you, Ty?” she asked, the mischief still evident in her voice. “I can see your dick from here. You’re telling me you’re going to be able to concentrate on driving right now?”

And it was true; my hard-on was uncomfortable in my jeans. But I would live. I’d survived for six long months without her; I could make it a couple more hours. “I’ll be fine, but you better be ready when we get back.”

Becca fell sound asleep during the rest of the drive home. The slight snore combined with what I swear was drool coming from her slack mouth still hadn’t taken away from her beauty. She held my hand even as she slumbered. The past twenty-four hours had been exhausting, and I couldn’t be more grateful that she was there, by my side, while I went through it.

When she grabbed my hand in that auditorium, clearly deciding she was coming with me, my heart swelled. I wasn’t expecting her to welcome my life into hers anytime soon. Accepting that it would be a process, and one that would take time, I was OK with that. More than OK, I was willing to do whatever it took to make our life together work for her. Thinking it would be months before she would even meet my parents, let alone my daughter, yesterday was a surprise.

But here we were, thrust into it. And we were doing OK so far. I wasn’t naïve; I knew there would be ups and downs, and I was prepared for them. But I really did feel as though we’d be able to weather them.

Pulling into town, I made the decision to go to my place. As I parked and the car stopped, Becca stirred from her sleep.

“Hey, baby,” I whispered. “Let’s get you inside. We’ll go right back to bed.” It was evening. But considering the day’s events, I thought we deserved an early night. Going around to her door, I reached in and helped her out. We walked in, arm in arm.

And it felt ... right.

Once upstairs, she immediately plopped on my bed. As I changed out of my jeans into sleep pants, I watched her long, dark eyelashes slowly cover her emerald eyes. I climbed in behind her, and she moved a bit, making room, knowing this was the way we needed to be in order for me to sleep. My arm went under her head, enveloping her, as the other came over top of her, resting on her breast, over her shirt. It wasn’t sexual; it was just the closest I could get to her heart, to feel the beat against my palm.

“Sorry I didn’t bring you home, Bec, but you had a change of clothes on already. You OK with sleeping here tonight?”

She jutted her ass into me, I assumed her form of acceptance. But then she turned her face toward mine, her eyes surprisingly bright.

“Wherever you areishome, Ty.”

Bringing my hand up to her face, I held it in adoration and lowered my lips to hers. A soft, gentle kiss as I grasped her face.

She was right. As I watched her settle back in, I knew we were “home” for each other. She had come back to me in more ways than one. She was back to being Becca. The snarky, confident, loud, rambling woman I fell in love with.

She was perfect.

She was my perfect.

Chapter 35

Gage

I had no interest in being back in New York, but the meeting with the lawyer had to be in person. Walking into my family’s building made my skin crawl. There was a reason I decided to go back to Virginia for a while. I needed a well-deserved break from everyone here in the Big Apple.

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