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Prologue
Bryant
Six Years Ago
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Maggie mutters, but she does it while climbing over into my lap.
I’m already there—pants undone, cock raging hard from the way she worked me up moments earlier, a condom stretched so tightly over my shaft that it fits like a second skin.
“Lots of people fuck in the backseat of their car, Maggie. Hell, this isn’t even the first time we’ve done it,” I mumble, pulling the ends of her dress up and sliding my hands along her thighs. Jesus, Maggie is always so hot to the touch. Sometimes, I think she’s branded me with her fire. I fell in love with her when I was sixteen, and here I am over a decade later with my dick still fucking addicted to her.
A woman who will never completely belong to anyone—especially me.
I push those thoughts from my head. Regrets are always close to the surface with Maggie.
“Those people are teenagers, Bryant. We’re definitely not that any longer,” she huffs.
My fingers snake up to the waistband of her panties, curling in on each side and gathering it to rip them down the side. “I don’t know, Maggie, you make me feel pretty fucking young,” I growl as I finish tearing the ruined fabric from her body.
“Right now, you feel young,” she groans, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock and squeezing.
“It’s not like I’m old,” I hiss. “Twenty-nine is not old. Besides, I’m surprised you can feel anything but that fucking condom you made me suit up in.”
“Quit bitching. No condom would mean none of this,” she responds and with that, slides down on me, her greedy, wet pussy swallowing every inch of me. “Fuck,” she hisses when I bottom out, stretching her.
“God, you’re squeezing the fuck out of me, baby. This won’t last long,” I warn her by whispering in her ear, biting on the lobe and then continuing the path along the side of her neck, in just the way she likes.
That’s the thing about me and Maggie. We know how to please each other, what gets us fired up, pushes us to the brink, throws us over the edge. Being with her after all this time is like coming home. Why the fuck that isn’t enough to make it work, I have no damn idea. I didn’t know when we divorced, and now, all this time later, I still don’t.
What I do know is that Maggie Lucas owns me body and soul.
She always has.
“You’re fucking me in the back of a rented Subaru on the side of the road. If I get caught, it could cause problems with my job. It better last long enough for you to make it worth my time, Bryant Matthews,” she warns, her hips rocking as she grinds down against my cock.
I let my fingers bite into her hips. I know there will be a bruise there in the morning. I also know that Maggie will love seeing it—almost as much as I will love knowing it’s there.
Despite the cramped space, we find a rhythm that works for both of us, and I know this is going to be over too damn quick to suit me. My hand wraps in her hair and I tug on it. Maggie cries out and I hold her that much tighter, bringing her mouth to mine. Our tongues war while our bodies create harmony from the madness that possessed us to have sex after all this time.
Maggie tears her lips from mine, her beautiful brown eyes staring into mine as we drag air into our lungs.
“I wish I could hate you,” she whispers.
“You love me,” I counter, and she doesn’t deny it. She does love me.
I love her.
That was never the problem. And again, I don’t know why that’s not enough.
I just know that for some reason it’s not.
“Bryant,” she cries. “I’m going to come.” That last sentence comes out with a broken breath as her body starts to quiver and the walls of her tight pussy begin fluttering, signaling her orgasm.
“Come for me Maggie May,” I tell her, the forgotten nickname slipping out unbidden, as I thrust inside of her one last time and she pulls me over the edge with her.
“Oh God, Bry. Give it to me, honey. Give it all to me,” she moans, and Christ, I’ve missed Maggie like this. I’ve missed her cries, how she shortens my name, how she feels when she’s grinding down on my cock coming with me.
We always come together. We have from the beginning. It never fails. She always pulls me over the edge with her. That’s the way it was in the beginning, and that’s how it is now, even after all this time—even after being apart.
Nothing has changed.
“Maggie,” I groan as I come, my body jerking with the force of my climax. I come so hard that I can literally feel the thick ropes of my cum unleashing into her.
