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He pulls back but doesn’t let my face go. Our eyes meet, and his have become stormy and wild.

“Every one of your firsts belongs to me, baby, because you belong to me. Mine to hold, to take care of, to protect, so yeah, it fucking matters. It matters more than anything else in my life before or after.”

“What happens when you don’t have to protect me anymore? What then? You just take everything and leave?”

He chuckles, “I’ll always protect you, baby. Long after we catch the two jackasses who did this, long after that wrist heals and long after you get your memories back. You’re stuck with me! And you weren’t alone last night. I came too. All down my fucking leg like a fucking overexcited teenager with his first woman.”

I can’t hold the gasp in that comes at his words. He…he came too.

“I might not be as innocent as you are, but you have a lot of my firsts too.” He swivels his hips against me. “Feel what you do to me with that sinful little body and those innocent eyes that burn me everywhere they touch? Do you realize how hard it is to keep my dick down when you are anywhere in the room?”

I can’t stop my hips from rising to meet his as he keeps pushing his dick into the vee of my legs. I’ve never been so…spread open before. It’s a foreign experience. Memphis is a foreign experience, and now he’s telling me he feels the same way I do.

“Hmm, those hips of yours are speaking to me.”

My face heats as a blush spreads across it. Damned hips. I guess the song about them not lying was right after all.

“They’re telling me you need something, baby.”

“They are?” I couldn’t tell if what he says is right because I’m too lost in his bedroom voice. They’re speaking to me, whispering sinful secrets that would tempt a nun, and I have never been confused for a nun. I dressed up in a sexy nun outfit once, but there was still no confusion.

“They say you want to cum.”

My breath kicks up, and my tongue comes out to lick my dry lips. His eyes follow the movement, and a hungry glint comes into them. “And I’m always going to give my girl what she needs.”

Oh God!

Chapter Eighteen

Memphis

Icome down to grab a few things before heading back to the room with a big ass grin on my face and a pep in my step that comes when you know you’ve done a good job. Thinking about bringing Waverly to release has the grin blooming into a full-blown smile. And my smile isn’t the only thing growing thinking about Waverly. I pull at the crotch of my pajama bottoms to rearrange my cock. He always seems to be ready to go at the mere thought of my Waverly.

I’ll hold the image of her losing control for me all my life. I kept it above the clothes for her this time, using the hard bulge of my dick to send her over the edge. I don’t think the little thing has ever had her legs spread so far as when I’m in between them. By the time I finished, she had sunk into sleep, and I spent the next few minutes cleaning up.

When I sat up and looked at how her shorts molded to her pussy I came again. Waverly is too damned sexy for my dick’s mental health. I’m not ashamed to say she could get me to do anything she wanted with just the crook of her hand. But it’s not just sexual or physical. There’s something beautiful and indefinite about her. Her strength, her courage, her intelligence all play into why I want her, why I need her. I’m just as turned on by her mind as I am her body. I want to know her thoughts as much as I want to map every contour of her body.

I spin around to grab the orange juice and bump right into Sadie. She looks over at the tray I’ve made for Waverly. And hands me the juice but doesn’t let it go.

“I like you, Memphis. Boston loves you and says you’re great. Neve loves you. Everybody loves you. Hell, I like you good enough.” She smiles at me, and all I can do is wait. The smile melts from her, and she gives me a dead serious stare. “If you hurt my best friend, I’ll make sure nobody can ever love you again.”

I can’t help the smile that blooms across my face. Sadie is sweet and on the shy side. No one would ever expect this from her, which shows me how much she really cares for Waverly.

“Why are you smiling?” She narrows her eyes even more.

“Because I like you too, especially now that I know you’re looking out for my girl.”

“As long as we understand each other. Waverly’s too sweet to be fucked with. She’s always taking care of people. It’s time someone takes care of her.”

I give her a gentle nod of agreement and take the pitcher from her hand. When I turn back around, she’s gone.

After breakfast, I do a check outside to make sure nothing's left to chance if someone does pay us a visit. The girls spend the day on the dock sunbathing and reading. At night we all come together to make dinner and watch something. Boston wanted to see an old horror movie that had Sadie, who had never seen it before, clinging to him and burying her head in his chest.

After the second movie in the series, my baby gives a look to Sadie. Sadie looks from Waverly to the television. I can tell she doesn’t want to stop watching the movie.

“You go ahead, sweetheart, and I’ll be up in a second.” Sadie's not going to let her down.

Waverly nods and whispers a thank you to Sadie.