“Are you okay if we do this without a—”
“Just let me be inside you.”
I’d imagined this a thousand times—her on top of me—but nothing compared to the real thing. Hot. Slick. Impossibly close after months of believing I’d never touch her again. But her sweet, breathy sigh in my ear when my cock was buried inside her just the way she wanted? That sound alone nearly finished me.
Lola pressed kisses up my throat, her legs locked tight around me, hips rolling in a slow, torturous rhythm. She took her time, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from my body to make herself feel good.
The first night I made love to Lola, she was quiet, almost timid. We moved slow. Took our time. Explored each other for hours. But now?
Now, she didn’t hold back. She told me what she needed with a strong, proud voice. And I couldn’t get enough. Kiss her neck? I grazed the skin with my teeth and soothed each spot with a kiss. Tease her breasts? With my tongue, my mouth, my fingers, all of them.
“God, that’s so…” Her fingers clawed at my chest, holding on as she rode me even harder, wetness grinding against my belly. “You’re such a big beast of a man. So…so… strong. ButI’mthe boss today.”
Yeah, she was. “You’re the boss of me every damn day.”
She moaned and dug her fingers so deep into my shoulders I started reciting the seven times table to make sure it wasn’t over in one second flat.
Lola demanded everything I could give her until her eyes clamped shut as she came hard enough to knock the breath from both of us. The raw sound I let out when I followed seconds later had her curling into me, her legs locked tight, owning the moment. And maybe she did.
She owned all of me.
I smoothed away the messy strands of wind-swept gold, desperate to see her face. Still panting, she laughed when I kissed the tip of her nose. My sweet girl with the glasses too big for her face. She found me gutted, empty, and still chose me. She gently led me through the darkness to find pieces of myself I thought I’d lost forever.
“Guess what?” Lola pecked a kiss on my cheek. “I love you, too.”
And this time, she ruined me.
But in the best way possible.
32
She Saw Her Happy Ending
Lola
My eyes drifted fromthe road, flicking a glance in the rearview mirror. Aiden’s black beast of a truck trailed a safe distance behind me, but I still caught a glimpse of him tapping the steering wheel, agitated, on edge.
I jabbed the button to activate my phone in the console. The speakers bleeped with each ring. I glanced in the mirror. Aiden frowned before the phone connected.
“You doing okay back there?” I asked, eyes still on him.
His expression stayed stony. “Focus on the road, love.” His voice was strained. “I’m fine.”
Frowning, I flashed him a wave and hung up.
Aiden worried too much about me driving. Even though I hadn’t owned a car for six years, I wasn’t that rusty. I was cautious. Sensible. But Aiden’s past stalked at his heels. It was early days for him in therapy, and even though he tried so hard,the flashbacks still happened. But we were working through it—together.
The speakers chimed with an incoming call.
Aiden’s warm chuckle made my heart skip a beat. “Keep to the speed limit, Leadfoot Lola.”
I glanced at the dash.
Leadfoot Lola?
Hardly. I only crept a few over the speed limit, my pulse jumping with the excitement of getting to my new house. But I eased off the accelerator and darted a look in the rearview mirror. No tapping fingers. One hand sliding off the wheel.
Aiden was okay.
