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I rocked over him, holding his shoulders as I slowly, then with more speed, more need, moved.

“Ah. So fucking good.” He lay back, his hands rubbing my thighs as he moved underneath me.

I rested my hands on his chest as my body ached, reaching for the pinnacle.

“That’s right, baby. Ride me. Come on my cock.”

Pleasure hit me hard, rocketing through me. “Brett.” I never wanted to stop. Never wanted this moment to end.

“Yes.” He bucked up, filling me with his essence. Together, we moved, drawing out the pleasure as long as we could.

I collapsed over him, catching my breath. His arms wrapped around me, holding me. I rested my head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. I fell asleep wishing it beat only for me.

29

Brett

Iwas on the verge of having everything I could ever want. For so long, I thought that had been money and raising Lindsay, and while it added to the quality of my life, having love, having a child conceived of love and raised in love, that was the pinnacle.

Holding Miranda, having her say she wanted me, it felt like I had finally broken through her walls. She had opened to me. Not just physically, but fully. Not that she had said the words, but I swore I could feel it in her touch and the way she looked at me.

For the first time in a long time, I could see my life laid out in front of me. With graduation only five weeks away, I planned to ask Miranda to move in with me once she had her college degree. The work on the rooms in my house would be done by then.

Once she was in my home and saw that I was a changed man, maybe not perfect, but definitely better, then I would ask her to marry me. I hoped that would happen before the baby came in September, but if not, that would be okay as long as she was with me. Along with learning to understand and deal with my anger, I’d learned patience.

Feeling secure that Miranda was open to the possibility of us, I was able to refocus on business. Luckily for me, Dunk was a whiz in business and the gyms were doing fine. The summer and the kids’ programs were going to be a big hit.

In my other company, things were also moving along well. The continued growing trend toward health and wellness, particularly with natural and organic foods, was a real boon to my business.

Yes, life was good.

Tonight, Lindsay and Miranda were going to be studying together and I was grateful that Lindsay was spending more time with Miranda. I had to hand it to her for how well she accepted the fact that her father loved her best friend. But more than that, I was grateful that Miranda was her friend because Lindsay was struggling over the breakup with Liam. She swore to me that it was over, but I worried that if he showed up on our doorstep groveling, she would forgive him.

I knew she was in contact with his brother, Oliver. I didn’t love that idea, but my sense was that he was suffering from his brother’s behavior too, and I couldn’t find a good reason to try and forbid Lindsay from seeing him.

Since Lindsay and Miranda were busy, I made arrangements to meet Dunk at a pub we both enjoyed. I arrived a little early, and as I sat down with my drink, I got a text from Dunk saying he was running a few minutes late.

I pulled out my phone to see if I had any messages from Miranda. Not that I was expecting one, but I found myself always wanting to hear from her.

"Brett McKinnon, as I live and breathe."

I looked up to find a woman in her mid-forties with a shit-ton of effort to try and look thirty taking a seat at my table.

I managed to smile because I didn't want to be rude, but at the same time, my hookup days were gone. "Do I know you?" That question was always guaranteed to upset women. They didn't like to be forgotten. With that said, I hadn't forgotten her as I was certain I'd never met her.

"You do now. I'm Loretta, and I have to tell you, Mr. McKinnon, after seeing you and this brief exchange, I’m shocked by all that I’ve learned.”

I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach that I was about to be played. "Well, you wouldn’t be the first person who was shocked by anything I did."

She let out a hearty laugh. It made my teeth grind as I could see it wasn't genuine.

"Well, maybe I'm not surprised. But I am surprised by Miranda. I mean, she's smart and lovely. Clearly, you could do so much better."

Anger boiled deep in my gut, and I could hear my therapist reminding me to take a breath and count to five. I'd only made it to two. "Don't talk to me about Miranda." Who the hell was this woman and how did she know me?

"I don't mean any disrespect toward you or Miranda. It's just unfortunate that your good time with her has resulted in a lifetime commitment. She's so young, and inexperienced, if you know what I mean."

The bastard in me wanted to tell her that Miranda got my rocks off better than any woman I'd ever had. But of course, that would be gauche.

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