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  “Another,” I demand and she moans.

  Her hand comes down and grabs my wrist and I still my movement. For a second I think she’s going to push me away but to my surprise she moves her hips while holding my hands still. She’s using me to masturbate and I’m so fucking turned on right now I feel myself leaking cum inside my tight jeans.

  “Shit,” I hiss as she tightens her hand around my wrist and rubs her pussy faster.

  I’m sweating all over and my cock is about to burst, but just as I think I can’t take any more she shouts my name and I feel her pussy come.

  Her grip on me, and the soft pulse of her tight channel releasing, is almost too much. I bury my face against her tits and let her ride out the wave as I push her sweats down her legs.

  “More,” I demand, moving down her body and looking into her eyes.

  Chapter Nine

  Gemma

  I can’t possibly come again. Not after what he’s just done to me. He was almost rough but at the same time, my body begged for him to be harder. I want him to have his way with me, as corny as that sounds. But the feeling of him getting off to what he’s doing is turning me on more than I ever thought possible.

  He pushes my legs apart so I’m wide open with nowhere to go. I’m spread as far as my legs will allow and he’s staring down at my pussy and licking his lips. I’ve never been kissed, let alone had someone do the things he’s just done. But if it always feels this good, I never want him to stop.

  He’s right that we have a lot to talk about and plans to make, but right now all I can think about is how the man I’ve been in love with since I was a girl is between my legs.

  “Virgin pussy sure is sweet.” He looks me in the eyes as he licks his fingers and I feel my lower half clench.

  His filthy words are making me hotter and I can feel my cheeks blushing. My nipples are tender from his attention earlier, but somehow it’s heightened my arousal. I brush my hand across one of them and my breath catches in my throat.

  Suddenly Bronx growls as he watches me touch my nipples and I do it again. The look in his eyes says he likes what I’m doing. He reaches out and grabs my other hand and brings it to my pussy.

  “Hold it open for me,” he says, sliding my fingers through my wet folds and making me spread them open. Just as I do what I’m told he leans forward and I feel his mouth on my clit.

  I shout and nearly come off the bed from the feel of his tongue against me. He slides it over my clit and then inside me and back again. I’m lost to sensations as my fingers brush over my nipples and his mouth makes love to me.

  At some point he takes off his pants because when I look down I see his naked ass grinding against the bed and I wonder if his cock aches as much as my pussy does. I clench, wanting it inside me, and as if he’s reading my mind, he pushes his fingers into my tight opening.

  “When I get my cock in here it’s game over, babe.” His dark eyes look up to me and I nod my head. “One taste of this pussy and I’m wild for it.”

  “Bronx,” I moan. My brain is mush and every worry I’ve ever had is long gone.

  “I want it nice and soft when I get in there, babe. Come one more time for me so I don’t hurt her.”

  I whine as he slips his hands under my ass and brushes his thumb across my back entrance. He doesn’t push through, but the tease is there and it ratchets up my desire.

  My hips move on their own and rise up to get close to his mouth. He gives me a smile the devil himself would wear as he slides his tongue against my clit. I have no choice but to fall over the edge once again, just like he’s begging me to. My body is his instrument and there’s no way I could ever deny what he’s after.

  Chapter Ten

  Bronx

  Her pussy pops against my mouth and I can taste her release. The sweet tang hits my tongue and it’s the best thing I’ve ever had in my entire goddamn life. The fact that she had this sweetness between her legs the whole time almost makes me angry. I had to wait until she was legal before I could get in this honey pot, but maybe I should have just taken her back then because I knew she was going to be mine forever.

  “Legs open and arms above your head,” I say, crawling up her body.

  She does what I say as my cock points hard and strong between us. I lay it against her soaking wet pussy and glide it over her clit. She hisses and tries to wiggle closer as I take both her wrists in one hand and hold her still.

  “This will hurt less if you don’t fight it,” I say, dragging the swollen head of my cock through her folds and into her opening. “Just relax.”

  I wait until her legs are still on the bed and I push forward just a little. Enough so that I can feel her pussy wrap around me and not slide out. I hold myself there for a moment as I see her stomach flex and her hips try to move.

  “Don’t fight me,” I say again and she bites her bottom lip as she nods.

  I slide in a little more and although her arms are trying to pull free from my grip, her pussy is so fucking soft. When I slide in a little more her body tenses but I don’t stop. I feel her warm, wet pussy covering every new inch of my cock until I’m all the way inside her and her lips are pressed against me.

  I have to hold myself still to keep from coming too quickly as I lie on top of her. I rest my weight on my elbows, pinning her body to the mattress as the feeling of ecstasy washes over me.

  “Fuck,” I say softly and rub my nose against hers. “You’re mine now, Gemma.”

  “Yours,” she echoes and she clenches around me.

  When I feel her body relax once again I slowly begin to move. With each thrust back inside her warmth, my cock leaves a trail of cum to mark my path. I’m like Hansel and Gretel leaving bread crumbs so I don’t get lost. But there’s no way I could ever forget that this is my new home. All I needed was to feel her wrapped around me once and I knew I’d be finished.

  “Are you on the pill?” I ask, and for a moment her eyes widen. She shakes her head just a bit and looks down to where we’re connected. “Good.”

  “Good?” She raises her hips just a bit and I get harder thinking about the fact that we’re taking the chance on her getting pregnant.

  “Good,” I repeat as I lean down and kiss her lips. “I’m not going anywhere so I want you bare.”

  I want to nut inside her unprotected and see what happens. I’d love nothing more than to have a dozen babies with Gemma and thinking about her pregnant has me leaking more cum. She must like the idea, too, because her pussy tightens and gets wetter.

  I kiss her again and I feel her hard nipples against my chest as I thrust harder. I feel her body respond as I go deeper and before I know it she’s coming around me. I hold myself still so I can feel every grip as she clings to me and finds her release. My cock swells and then I let go and allow myself what I’ve been so desperate for.

  Waves of pleasure wash over me. Jets of cum shoot from my cock. I can feel her womb swell and leak as it takes all of the cum it can hold. It drips down in excess between us and the feel of our mingled passion around me is almost too much. I hold her close and bury my face in her neck while for the first time in my life I feel safe.

  She’s always been my guiding star and the reason I work so hard. I’ve done everything in my power to build a life so that one day I could make her dreams come true. In this moment I feel like she saved me from all my fears and insecurities. As she holds me close and kisses my skin, I feel whole.

  I close my eyes and roll us over so she’s lying across my chest. It’s not late, but this has been so long in the making that it’s like my body is finally at peace. Having her here with me is all that I dreamed it would be and more, and there’s still so much ahead of us.

  Tomorrow I’ll show her everything, and then we can truly begin our forever.

  Chapter Eleven

  Gemma

  “This is surreal.” I lick the syrup from my lips and watch as Bronx flips a pancake.

  He’s standing in the small kitchen wearin
g nothing but his boxer briefs that cut low across his ass, not only showing off all the hard lines of the muscles he has from years of manual labor but my image inked on his skin. I’d pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming but I can still feel him on me. The throb between my legs from our lovemaking is still there and I don’t think it will be leaving any time soon. Was that lovemaking or fucking? I think it was everything rolled into one after years of pent-up longing and need finally getting released.

  “Eat,” Bronx tells me as he looks over his shoulder. I forgot about my food and I reluctantly pull my eyes from him and take another bite.

  “I didn't know you could cook,” I say before taking another giant bite of the fluffy goodness.

  I always cooked for Dad and me, and Bronx often joined us for meals or I’d take them down to him at the shop. That stopped when Dad died. At first I was drowning in grief, but as I started to heal I never went back to it; I just stopped doing it. Maybe I was putting distance between us too.

  “My girl stopped cooking for me so I picked up a few skills.” My shoulders drop but I still smile. Him calling me his girl feels good, but not the reminder that I stopped cooking for him and stopped coming around altogether. I kept my distance.

  “Gemma.” He pulls the pan off the stove before coming over to me. I lean my head back, knowing he’s going to kiss me just as he drops his mouth to mine. “I can only do breakfast foods.” His hand wraps in my hair as he pulls my head back more. “I’m only teasing you, like old times.” He smiles against my mouth and he’s right. This is like old times, teasing one another. I lift a little so my lips press more into his and our tongues tangle as we make love with our mouths. This isn't like old times though. This is new and I’m never going back to not having it. I was a fool to not see how much he loved me.

  He pulls back and releases his hold on my hair. “Eat. I got shit to show you.”

  I nod and do as I’m told while he makes a plate for himself and sits down next to me. I can’t help but steal small glances at him. He’s doing the same because we can’t help ourselves. This us thing is really happening and it’s something we’ve both wanted for so long.

  “Why did you tell me no when I asked you out?” I finally ask the question that’s been on my mind. If he wanted me all this time and has been waiting around for me, then why did he say no?

  “I didn't say no.” He takes my empty plate from me.

  I think back to that day when I was standing in the shop with him saying he couldn't. I was so nervous but I was so sure I was reading the signs right and asked him out.

  “I had to talk to your dad first.” He puts the plate in the sink before turning to face me again. “Your dad was like a father to me.”

  I nod in agreement. “He loved you like a son,” I tell him.

  I want him to know that, because he always treated Bronx different than the other guys in the shop. He took him under his wing to help guide him. He brought him home to our dinner table and pushed Bronx to open his own place. He even once told me Bronx was the kind of man that a woman should marry and that he was a good man and would be good to her.

  “And I loved him.” He shakes his head. “Love him,” he corrects as he clears the space between us. “I love you too.” He lifts me easily and sets me on the counter as he steps between my legs. My heart flutters in my chest and I have to fight from crying. I want to tell him I love him too, but I know he’s not done talking.

  “I had to tell him what I was feeling for you and what my intentions were before I took you out.” His thumb glides across my bottom lip and I swallow, still fighting those tears.

  “Did you get the chance to ask him?” He nods his head yes and a sad smile pulls at his lips.

  I don’t need him to tell me because I know my dad gave his blessing. Now, when I look back on it, I think my dad was nudging us together all along. Even in his death he was pushing us in the same direction. He wants us to be together.

  “What are those intentions?” I tilt my head to the side, smiling up at him. I have a pretty good idea of what they are because this is forever. Our actions last night made that clear as day and I could be pregnant right now. I’m permanently branded on his skin and there’s no stopping it now.

  “Making you my wife. Putting my babies inside of you.” He isn't asking, he’s straight-out telling me. “Having a life together.”

  “You’re bossy.” I like it and it probably shouldn't turn me on but it does. I wrap my legs around him and smile. I’m going to marry him, but I’m not giving him a yes until he gets down on one knee.

  “I am,” he agrees before leaning in and kissing me again. “Now tell me you love me.”

  “I love you,” I say instantly.

  For the first time in a long time I feel whole. I’ll always miss my dad, but I don’t have the empty feeling deep inside me anymore.

  “No more running.” He tries to shoot me a hard stare but I fight a laugh.

  That look might scare others but not me. Bronx can be rough with me but it’s the sweetest kind. My body is bearing those aches today and maybe a few marks too. I like the idea of having reminders of him all over my body.

  “I can’t run, even if I want to,” I remind him, because he’s made sure of that. The man can find me in two seconds.

  “I’m sorry for ever making you think about running.” He shakes his head and I can tell he’s pissed at himself.

  “Hey, if I have to stop saying sorry, so do you.” I run my hands up his bare chest.

  “Now who’s bossy?” he teases and makes me laugh. I lay my head against his chest, wanting to be pressed against him as much as possible.

  “I still can’t believe you put a tracker on my car,” I mumble.

  I also can’t believe how much that turns me on, but I keep that to myself. I don’t feel so stalkerish about always peeking out my window towards his shop to see what he was doing.

  “Trust that I’m always going to know where you are. I’m going to put a tracker on your fine ass.” I can hear the laughter in his voice, but I know he’s not joking.

  “I want one too.” I lift my head to look up at him.

  “Go for it. I only go to the shop and car shows. Besides, I don’t think either of us will have to track the other. I’ve made it so you never have to be far from me.”

  He picks me up from off the counter and carries me back towards the bed. I wiggle against him, wondering what he’s talking about, but I could also go for another round. I don’t care if I’m sore.

  “None of that.” He drops me down onto the bed and I reach for him but he dodges me. He comes back a moment later with socks in his hand and wearing a pair of sweatpants. I sit up and watch as he slides them up my feet.

  “We’ll go to your place later and get your shit.” He stands and I’m only in his shirt but it hangs to my knees. “My place is bigger,” he adds, holding his hand out for me.

  “Oh, so I’m just moving in,” I tease as I take his hand and he pulls me and hefts me over his shoulder. He slaps my ass and then grabs it hard.

  “Fucking love this ass,” I hear him say as he rubs the spot he just smacked before he starts moving. It’s then I realize we’re leaving his place. I guess it’s our place now.

  “You’re about to show everyone my butt!” I shout as he opens his door.

  “No one sees this ass but me.” He gives it another smack and I wiggle in his hold, getting more turned on. Him manhandling me is enough to get me all worked up. “It’s Sunday,” he reminds me before I demand he puts on a shirt. I’m not sure if I like the idea of anyone seeing his tattoos of me.

  “Oh.” I forgot.

  “I got something to show you.” I try and peek around him to see where we’re going but my hair blocks my view.

  A few moments later I hear another door open and he steps into a pitch black room. A second later a light flicks on and I stare down at pretty wood flooring. This isn't Bronx’s office and it’s too nice for the shop.

&n
bsp; He slides me down his body until my feet touch the floor. “I got you a graduation present.” He’s smiling so big I can’t pull my eyes away from him to even look where we are. He has to turn me to get me to stop staring at him, and once I see where we are my mouth almost hits the floor. The tears I’d been holding back break free when I see what he’s done for me.

  “Bronx,” I sniffle. “You really do listen to everything I say.”

  “Babe, I pay attention to everything when it comes to you.” He moves my hair from off my shoulder and kisses my neck. “You like?”

  “I love.” I turn to look up at him again.

  “You made me a beauty salon.” It’s not only connected off the side of his shop but it’s all done up exactly how I dreamed. Over the years I’ve rambled on about owning my own shop one day and what it would look like. He’s built it for me and listened to every small detail that I said I wanted and brought it to life. He brought me back to life.

  “I'd do anything for you.”

  I sniffle again. I probably look like a hot mess but I know Bronx doesn't care. He’s smiling so big and he has no idea what it does to my inside to see that smile light up his face again. I didn't realize how much I missed seeing it and that it had been gone for so long.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss me. When his lips touch mine I get lost in his hold. Everything about life tastes so much sweeter as he picks me up and his hands grip my ass. He carries me over and sets me down on the front desk, and my breathing is heavy as we break apart.

  He rests his forehead against mine. “There’s one more thing.” He picks something up off the counter and I recognize the tickets. They’re to the biggest car show of the year that I’d always go to with my dad. I’ve forgotten all about it because the last one was right before he died. I can’t believe it’s been almost a year.