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“You want me to make you feel good? Take away that ache?”

She whimpers and pushes herself into my hand. The image of my big hand down her thin panties has me transfixed, but then she goes and opens her legs for me so I can better touch her sweet wetness. It’s just too much knowing she wants me as badly as I want her.

I pull my hand back so I can lift her in my arms, setting her down on the bed.

“You’re mine, baby. Not just for a little while. Not just until this is all over. This is forever.”

I have those angel-white panties off her and my mouth on her before she can respond to me. My tongue dives into her and I lap at the cream she’s already made for me. It doesn’t take my girl long before she is crying out my name; her hips coming off the bed. I lick my way up and down her warm pussy before using my tongue to spear inside her. Her channel tightens around me before she pulses around me, and her taste turns sweeter and creamier.

I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I line us up and push inside her before her orgasm stops. She cries out my name as she goes from one release to the next, this one caused by my entry. Even though I fully seat myself in her little body, she’s just as tight as she was the first time, and it takes effort and finesse to push inside without hurting her. I sink deep and have to take a moment to grab my control back. Being in her, having her wrapped all around me, tests my self-control like nothing ever has or ever will. Waverly is the only thing to ever make me break!

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Waverly

My mind drifts back to last night. All of last night. It was like Memphis was trying to show me how much he…cares about me. He made me feel like I was the sexiest woman he had ever been around with the whole mirror thing, and then after, when he speared inside of me and both of us started moving in time, perfectly synced to each other. It was…magical.

And he wasn’t done with me. After we both came like that, he rolled us over and brought me up on my hands and knees to take me that way. He feels even bigger that way. My face burns at the thought of what he did next. He spanked me, and it was the most erotic thing I could have ever dreamed of. I read about shit like this; it doesn’t happen to me, but with Memphis it does!

We made love all night and when we finally slept, we still turned to each other and stayed wrapped around one another.

“They’ll be okay.”

Sadie pulls my attention back from last night to the now. I can only be grateful for last night considering how today has gone. After making love to me one more time, Memphis dropped that they were going to pick up the two men causing us all the pain. Today! No warning, no time for second thoughts or nerves. I barely got to kiss him before he was just gone.

I'm not sure if they were going with police backup or if it will just be the fucking three of them. And my brother and his girlfriend left before they did. I didn’t even get to tell him bye since I was still in bed when he headed back to town.

“Of course they will.”

I don’t even want to think about what would happen if they’re not. This emptiness inside of me is more than a house not occupied; it’s more than being alone and lonesome. This is like I’m missing something that should be attached to me. Something not just important but vital. Needed.

Oh my God!

I think I’m in love!

I think this might be what it's like when…you need someone. Not because of what they can do for you but because they complete you in a way you never realized you were incomplete. So many emotions and thoughts go through me at once. The most blaring one is he better be okay after he’s made me fall in love with him or so help me…! It is followed closely by what if he doesn’t feel the same way I do.

I know he told me I’m his, but I’m his is not I love you. Is it? Damn it! Why have I never paid attention to all the rom-coms Sadie watches? Is this even freakin’ normal, to feel this way? Am I a cliché falling in love with the person I gave all my firsts to? Oh God! What if he doesn’t love me but wants me? Those are two very different things and can be so easily confused. Right?

“You look like you just ate something spoiled, Wave. He really is going to be okay?” I look at Neve and wonder how she can be so calm when her brothers and the man she’s been crushing on - and presumably lost her V-card to - is doing something dangerous? “Look, I’m worried too.” Is she reading my mind? “But I also know how good they are at what they do and that they’re going to be extra careful now that they have something to lose waiting for them. Sometimes you have to let go and they’ll come back to you.”

Sometimes I hate Neve -not really- and wonder how she got so damned smart for someone younger than me, even if it is only one year younger? My phone rings and I go for it like it’s a lifeline. I can’t bring it to my ear quick enough.

“Hello.” Damn, I sound desperate even to my own ears.

“Hey, baby.” A shaky sob comes out of me that I try to hide so he doesn’t worry or become distracted because of me. “We got them. It’s gonna be alright now. The kid’s alright, a little beaten up, but otherwise alright. I just wanted to call to let you know I’m safe…and to hear your voice.”

“I love you!” Oh! My! Fucking! GOD!

There is not a sound coming from the other side of the phone and I think I might have fucked up. Bad!

“Baby, you can not tell me this!” Oh fuck! I did screw up. “Not when I’m not with you so I can hold you and make love to you when you say it.”

“Y…you…aren’t mad?”

“About you telling me you love me? Hell no! And as soon as I'm home, I’m going to let you know…I feel the same way!”

“You do?”