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It still felt strange at times to talk about the future. A part of me wanted to shy away from it, to say it was too soon, to claim it wasn't that serious.
But it was that serious.
And it wasn't too soon.
"I like that," Che admitted, reaching out, stroking a thumb down my cheek.
"Do you think Huck and the guys will be on-board with it?"
"Absolutely."
"You didn't even stop to think about it," I accused.
"I don't need to. I know Huck wants some legitimate businesses as diversity and security. He will be thrilled about this," he said, his hand slipping behind my neck, drawing me closer, and sealing his lips to mine.
It started off soft and sweet, but built at the passion of my pet project melded with the passion I felt for this incredible man, making need start to course through my system.
"Sass..." Che rumbled when my lips pulled from his, as I leaned over him, hands going to his button and zipper, working them free.
"Come on," I said, smirking at him as I freed his cock. "Don't act like you haven't fantasized about this," I challenged him, seeing the truth in his eyes just before I leaned down, slipping him into my mouth.
I worked him for a long time, urged on by his low, throaty groans, by the way his hips jerked up into my mouth, by the clenching of his hand in my hair.
But it wasn't long before his hand was yanking me up by my hair.
"Take off your pants," he growled, making my sex clench hard at the raw need in his voice.
I didn't even hesitate.
I didn't worry about someone passing by.
Or the cops.
I just dropped into my seat, wiggling out of my pants and panties while Che dealt with the condom, then I grabbed Che's shoulder for balance as I climbed over his lap.
"What?" Che asked as a smile tugged at my lips.
"I can't tell you how many times I used to fantasize about climbing on your lap and riding you back when you were teaching me about racing," I admitted, slowly sliding down onto his hard length. On a sigh, he settled deep. "Reality is so much better," I told him, my walls tightening around him.
His smile was soft and sweet, even if the look in his eyes was molten.
"You're perfect," he declared, his hand settling on the side of my neck.
"Hey Che?" I said, taking a deep breath.
"Yeah, preciosa?" he asked, voice a deep rumble.
"I love you," I told him, feeling the truth of it down to my bones, down to my soul.
"Fucking finally," he said, pulling me forward, sealing his lips to mine, kissing me hard and long. "I love you too, Sass," he said against my lips as his hips started to thrust upward into me.
Maybe declarations of love were supposed to accompany slow, sweet, gentle lovemaking.
But we were both too caught up in the moment, too overwhelmed with our declarations.
I rode him hard as he bucked upward into me, making the windows fog, sweat slicking our bodies, my whimpers turning into loud, uncontrolled moans as he drove me to that edge, then shoved me over, leaving me collapsing against him as the waves kept crashing.
The rough, roaring sound of Che's release echoed back in the quiet car.
"You know what?" I asked a moment later, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.
"What?"
"We've broken in a car hood, the driver's seat, and that one time with the trunk," I added, somehow feeling my walls clench him at the memory of him moving in behind me as I reached into the trunk of my car to remove the spare tire, yanked my pants and panties down, then went down on me right there. "We have somehow neglected the most common place to have sex in a car," I concluded.
A low chuckle moved through him at that. "Give me twenty, and we can see about a round two," he said, giving my ass a little slap.
We ended up getting home very, very late that night, physically exhausted, financially richer, and happy right down to our souls.
Che - 2 years
"Are you logging her food in the app?" Huck pressed.
"No," I said, shaking my head.
"How do you know she's getting everything she needs?"
"Because she's eating. And taking her vitamins."
Somehow, we'd managed to time it so that Harmon and Saskia were both pregnant at the same time, just six weeks apart.
And while Huck was micromanaging Harm's second pregnancy much like he'd done with her first, I was taking a much more laid-back approach. Something that Huck was having a hard time wrapping his head around.
"But..." he started.
"Sass is healthy. And she doesn't have any preexisting conditions like Harm does. There's no reason to think she isn't getting what she needs." She hadn't even gone through any morning sickness, much to Harm and Gus's resentment.
