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“You feel like mine,” I counter.

I withdraw to the tip and delve straight back in. I’m already on the edge, and if I don’t think of something to distract me fast, I’m going to embarrass myself.

I begin to move inside her, in short, languid strokes, and when my balls draw up, I’m left with no choice.

I’m suddenly standing on the side of the highway with a jack in my hand, mentally focused on the fictional flat tyre in front of me. Because apparently, this is where my brain decides to go when it needs a distraction.

I’m not even sure if imaginary roadside assistance is the best way to regain control, but for now, it seems to be working. I’m halfway through a tyre change, covered in pretend grease, and starting to wonder if I should give the fictional car a service while I’m here. But the reality is, it’s all smoke and mirrors, because no matter how hard I try to convince myself otherwise, I’m consumed by her.

Her warmth.

Her body.

Her touch.

Her scent.

And those breathy, porn star-worthy moans in my ear that are driving me insane. Every little thing about Daisy seems to pull me in deeper.

The car has all but been abandoned now as I pick up the pace. It’s probably going to be found burnt out by morning, but I don’t give a fuck. The only thing that matters right now is this woman.

“Fuck, Daisy, fuck,” I groan.

I’m pounding into her, and if I could climb inside her magnificent pussy and never leave, I would. When her inner muscles clench around me, I give into the inevitable.

My movements become jerky as I bury myself so deep, I’m not sure where I begin, and she ends.

Her orgasm milks me of my own, and once she’s drawn every last drop of cum from my body, I pull back and meet her eyes.

We’re both panting, but smiling at the same time. I already know sleep isn’t happening for either of us tonight. I’m going to fuck her over and over again until I’m too exhausted to move. Or until my dick falls off. All I can do is hope it’s the former and not the latter.

I reach up, brushing a strand of sweaty hair from her forehead. For once, I don’t hold back. I don’t try to find the right moment or the right words, I just speak from my heart. “I’m falling in love with you, darlin’.”

Chapter 20

Nolan

Bennett was right on the money when it came to Amanda.

He, Poppy, Daisy and I are sitting on a bench outside the courtroom when my ex arrives. She’s dressed to the nines, with hair extensions, heavy makeup, a barely-there dress, fake tits spilling out, and sky-high heels. She looks like she’s heading to a nightclub, or a shift on a street corner, not a court hearing.

How I ever found this woman attractive is beyond me. She’s fake from head to toe, and every bit as artificial on the inside as she is on the outside. The makeup and cosmetic enhancements will never be enough to hide the ugliness underneath.

Amanda pleaded not guilty to the assault charge, so we’re at court today for the hearing. Bennett, Daisy, and I are witnesses, and it’s up to the magistrate to decide whether she’s guilty or not. If she is, they’ll determine her sentence.

She’ll probably walk away with nothing more than a fine and a criminal record, but it’s better than nothing.

She gives me a smug snicker as she approaches, but her eyes narrow the second she spots Daisy sitting beside me. I lift our joined hands and give her a look that hopefully conveys, That’s right, psycho. I’ve upgraded. Her face pales the instant she notices our intertwined fingers.

Poppy will head inside once the proceeding starts, since she wasn’t present that night, but we have to stay out here until we’re called.

I’m sure Amanda thinks she can use her looks to her advantage today, but she has no idea we ended up with the magistrate Bennett wanted, the same one whose marriage ended in betrayal.

My brother has instructed me to tell the court what Amanda did to me when I take the stand. He believes it’ll help.

Daisy was the first to be called, and the poor thing was shaking when she followed the court officer inside. Bennett told her to simply tell the truth, and that she’d be fine.

Minutes later, a message came through from Poppy.