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I’ve waited for this moment for so long, thought about it for years, and now that we’re here, my words seem stuck in my throat. But that’s okay, because suddenly Rhett has enough for both of us.
“God, baby, I missed this so much. I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.”
Our hips move together. His cock grows impossibly thick inside of me, creating a delicious friction, and when my body tightens for the second time, I dig my nails into Rhett’s scalp and guide his mouth to mine.
Our tongues duel, twisting and sliding, mimicking our bodies, and I unravel at a beautiful pace, with Rhett following shortly behind.
His muscles flex beneath my hands, his hips slamming into mine as he groans through his release. He slows to lazy movements, and it takes everything I have to keep my eyes open. But I do because I love the look on his face, and even more, I love knowing I put it there.
Monroe
The afternoon sun pours through the window, casting a blanket of warmth across my body. Rhett’s heart beats steady beneath my ear, which is pressed to his chest while my fingers draw slow, lazy circles over his abs.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, running his fingers through my hair.
“I’m thinking your ab muscles are unreal. How does one even get this defined?”
“All I do is work. If I’m not at the arena, I’m at the gym.”
“Maybe you work too much. What do you do for fun these days?”
Rhett chuckles, kissing the top of my head. “I ride bulls.”
“That’s your job. What do you do for fun?”
“It’s not a job if it’s something you love.”
I look up at him.
“And you really want to lecture me on working too much?” he continues. “Pot meet kettle.”
“Touché.” I flop back on his chest, situating myself until I can hear his heartbeat again. Being close enough to feel his body against mine is a much-needed balm to my tattered soul. “I’m also wondering how pissed Claire is going to be.”
The last thing I want is to leave Rhett’s bed, but I should probably get home. With an exasperated sigh, I kiss his chest and push myself up. I don’t make it far before he pulls me back down.
“Why would Claire be pissed?”
I rest my chin on his chest. “She stayed with my dad so I could come see you.” I glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “And I’ve already been longer than I intended.” Not that she’ll mind, but I appreciate everything she’s already done for me, and I don’t want her to feel taken for granted.
“Mo.” Rhett’s eyes soften, and he cradles my head, his other hand settling at the small of my back. “I need you to know something; if I’d known you wanted me, needed me, I would’ve been here in a heartbeat, because I needed you just as bad. I didn’t move on. Nikki was a one-time thing.”
I flinch at the mention of her name, and Rhett brushes a strand of hair out of my face.
“She meant nothing to me.”
“I know,” I say softly. “But I hate myself for pushing you into her arms.”
“Don’t. Don’t shoulder all the blame. She took advantage of you. She played with your emotions. I can’t imagine how awful those weeks were for you. And I hate that you’ve struggled so much over the last six years, and I haven’t been here to help.” He sighs. “We’ve got a mountain of regrets and what-ifs between us, Mo, but if we’re going to move forward, we’ve got to start letting go of the past.”
Knowing he wants to move forward puts a smile on my face, but it quickly dies because… “I’m not sure how easy that’s going to be with her as your manager. A constant reminder day in and day out—”
“I fired her.”
My eyes widen. “You did?”
“Yes,” he breathes. “My lawyer is working on severing my contract with her family. I couldn’t stand to look at her after what she did. I swear to you, Mo, I never got one voicemail or message. Not one. If I had, you can bet your ass I would’ve been right here with you. I never would’ve let you go through all of that on your own.”
