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And eat dessert he does. I grip his head as he sucks, nips and licks me until I’m crying out like a woman possessed. Our conversations are what solidified our union, but this is the icing on the cake. I’m not gonna lie; I love his body. I love his mouth. I love his fucking soul.

I knew before I met him I’d been dating duds for a while now, but Drifter reminds me exactly why I held on and didn’t settle for second best. The age gap is a small issue for me, and it isn’t because I think I’m old, but he’s twenty-fucking-seven. That being said, I thought he was at least thirty when I met him. He’s also more mature than men that age, maybe because he grew up too fast. When he said that age didn’t matter, it melted something inside of me. I’ve never felt such a rush of feelings as I do when I’m with him. Never has my heart catapulted in my chest just by a man looking in my direction. Earlier, I wanted to be sure I’m not just in a lust fueled haze, because that’s easy to do when the guy is hot and can make me orgasm with the click of his fingers, but the way he looks after me.

Nurtures me.

Feeds me.

Respects me.

Needs me.

Wants me.

All of those things and so much more. And I have all the same feelings back tenfold.

It’s bat-shit crazy and on paper, we shouldn’t work. But in real life, I’m his equal, not someone to pick up after him or worry solely about his needs, we’re there for each other. He understands me in a way nobody has before. Drifter is a great listener, and I love that he lets me be myself. He doesn’t run away when things get too hard.

I’ve told him things about my family that I’ve not even shared with the girls. My exes, and all the disasters I’ve had, and he’s told me his, too. I’ve worried about other women, and him being too young to fully commit. What if he gets sick of me? Stupid but legitimate shit, and I keep circling back to this. How we are together. It feels right. This man adores me and worships the ground I walk on.

We’re building on a solid foundation based on honesty and trust. It’s more than I could ever ask for.

“Right there,” I hiss when he sucks my clit into his mouth. This man can spend a long time between my legs, teasing my body until I’m a quivering mess. He gets off on it.

“Fuck baby, you taste so sweet,” he mumbles, his hair flopping over his forehead. And then there’s his dirty words. He’s downright vulgar, and it’s perfect.

Everything about him is perfect.

We may not have this Lanzetti shit figured out yet, and Fury is still housed in the basement until we interrogate her again, but things are moving forward. The Stilettos will prevail.

We’ve had some shit thrown at us these last few weeks, but that won’t stop us from defending what’s ours, and the people of Saddle.

I tip my head back and groan an incoherent version of his name as the ripples through my body create an electric current. My toes curl and he does not let up. I’m worn slap out just from this act alone, and I know there’s more to come.

“I’m hankerin’ for your dick.” My pants are soon squashed as he inserts a finger, then another, giving it to me as I arch my back.

“You’ll get it soon enough, princess.” He goes between all nicknames, and I never thought I’d be the kind of girl to like that. But I do.

I also love teasing him about being a pretty boy. It’s only the truth.

Drifter wants nothing more than to be patched in with his club, and after this stint, I know he’ll get his wish because he helped capture Fury. Now we have leverage, even if we don’t know exactly what we’re gonna do with her. What I do know is that she’ll talk. Come hell or high water, she’s gonna squeal.

He drives his fingers home and I’m a mess when I let go. My hand on his chest, I look up at him. “Dick. Now.” He makes a ‘ooh’ pout with his mouth and I smile. It’s a winning combo, that and his dimples.

“So eager for me to fuck this sweet pussy.”

“I’m always eager when it comes to you.” He kisses me, all tongue, and I’m left breathless when he flips me over and tells me to ride him.

I shove his briefs to his knees, straddle his lap, and sink down onto him. He cups my breasts and I tip my head back as I move my hips back and forth. “You’re so hot for it,” he groans, sitting up as he shifts and sucks one nipple into his mouth.

“And you’re finally puttin’ that smart mouth to use.”

He smiles around my breast, then moves his attention to the other one. “Never gonna get sick of this. I’m so ready to explode inside you, baby.” It’s music to my ears. I’m on birth control; we both agreed that it feels so much closer like this with nothing between us.

It’s slow and sensual, neither of us in a hurry, but I know what I do to him, and what he does to me.

Before long, we can’t help ourselves. It all gets too much, and he leans back, gripping my hips as he bounces me up and down. I grip his shoulders and dig my nails in as he grunts. He’s close.

“I love you, Jamie,” I tell him in wavering pants.