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“Hold on to me.” She wraps her legs around my waist, and the need to drive inside her is overwhelming. My free hand dives to her pussy. She rocks against me, increasing the friction.

Bouncing her on my dick, she cries out and I want more.

I bring my mouth to her ear. “You’re going to take all of it.” I slam inside her again and she stiffens around me. She grunts and scratches, it feels so good. “Harder,” I say. I want to feel her intensity.

She digs her nails in and drags them across my skin slowly. “That’s it, baby.”I growl in response. I pummel into her over and over, feeling her body shake. Her next whine is one I’ve never heard her make before. It’s demanding and desperate at the same time.

“Shit, I’ve got a cramp!” She laughs and lifts her leg. I can fuck her and massage her calf at the same time. It’s oddly intimate that we can laugh together during sex. Even when we’re rough and aggressive. Her shoulders relax some and we’re back on track again.

Spreading her knees apart, the view is unreal. I love watching her take me. Her cheeks are flushed. Raleigh is the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.

“I love you so fucking much.”

Her plump lips part on a soft smile. “Tell me again.”

I grin wider. “I love you. So. Fucking. Much.”

My hands palm her flesh, squeezing and gripping her like it will never be enough. She makes everything in my life feel complete.

I drop down and suck her pert nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. She pulls me into this gentle embrace that counters the roughness of each thrust. When I rub her clit, I’m pulled deeper. Her breaths heave, and I lock my eyes on her, needing to watch her break.

“Let go.”

Her cry is choked when she gasps my name. The thrumming pulse inside her sends me over. She cups my face and brings my mouth to hers, then nips at my lower lip as she rolls those sexy as sin hips under me. I groan and spill inside her, pretending her birth control doesn’t exist and letting myself feed into the fantasy. I come harder than ever before.

“It’s so good, Bear.” She’s right. What we have is pure goodness. My mouth takes hers—she’s so sweet—we are perfect together.

I grip her chin so she looks at me. “I love you.” Her eyes gloss over, and she smiles.

“I love you too.”

That’s my girl, soon she’ll be my wife… my forever.

FIFTY-THREE

Three weeks later…

The doorbell rings and I glance toward the front hall. Barrett’s still at the gym, and I’m not expecting anyone. I’ve never answered his door before when he’s not home. Walking to the entryway feels strange, but I suppose it’s my house too, so…

I open the door and nearly fall over.No.

“Hey, sugar!”

“Mom. Um, hi… what are you doing here?”

“What the hell kinda greeting is that?”

Who travels over a thousand miles without calling first? I’m acutely aware of Arthur’s presence somewhere behind me and want to hide him.

She tries to push past me, but I block her. “Mom, no. I’m sorry. You can’t come in.”

The look she gives me makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. This time she puts her weight into her suitcase and shoves her way in. Arthur jumps behind me. “Is this my grandbaby?! Hi, cutie! I’m Grandma D, what’s your name?” I’ve told her his name over the phone.

I slide him farther behind me to create a barrier of protection. There’s no way she’s just showing up out of the blue to meet him. She’s had five years to come and didn’t. She doesn’t get the privilege of looking at him. Doesn’t get to talk to him. There’s some other reason she’s here. I know it.

Spotting Arthur’s tablet on the end table, I pick it up and tell him to go to his room for a few minutes so I can talk to“Grandma D.”What kind of bullshit moniker is that? Like she’s able to come in and pretend she’s his grandma? Fuck that. Susan is his grandmother.

Arthur checks my face and I plaster a smile on, hoping to hide my anxiety over her arrival.

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