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Chapter Twenty-Two
Holly
With me and Rayna having had the sickness bug all weekend, there are so many chores to catch up on, not to mention the laundry. I hang the sheets out on the line and battle against the breeze fighting against me. I feel so much better but I’m only working through the chores because Alannah has Rayna and I’m taking advantage of the peace and quiet.
Bending over to grab another sheet from the laundry basket, a hard arm slides around my waist and yanks me back. I kick out and claw at the arm. I know all about the horrors that have occurred here over the years, but this is my safe space.
“It’s me… it’s only me.”
I still.
Leo?
If I only looked down, I would’ve recognised his tattoos. My feet hit the grass and I’m spun in his arms. He’s here, standing before me, his warm hands clasping my upper arms.
“H-How are you here?”
He has a few months left before his release. I know this because I’ve been counting down the days on a calendar back in the kitchen.
“Early release for good behaviour and they had overcrowding issues.”
I always imagined Rayna and I driving out to the prison upon his release and driving him home. He never does what I expect, and this is no different.
His hands slide down to my thighs and before I can catch my breath, he’s lifting me around his waist and heading for the house.
“I can’t tell you how good it feels coming home to you,” he tells me before slamming the back door shut behind us.
He releases me and I regretfully slide down his body, feeling every hard plane on the way down.
Before I can process his presence, he’s working his belt and turning me around, pushing at my back so I’m bent over the table.
I feel his hardness jab into my thigh as he hikes my dress up over my hips and yanks my panties down to my knees. I’m not worried I’m not ready for him. When it comes to this man, he only needs to look at me and I’m good to go.
He leans over me and presses his lips to the side of my neck. I shiver at his touch, and he murmurs, “You want this to last longer than ten seconds, don’t move a muscle and don’t make a sound.”
I nod and he thrusts inside of me. I trap the gasp begging to be released in my throat and grip onto the edges of the table. With every stroke, I grow wetter, and ache to let out a moan, if only a whimper. He’s home and back where he belongs… inside me.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts. “It’s been too long… I’ve fucking missed this pussy so much… all I’ve thought about… so fucking tight.”
I want to tell him how good he makes me feel but I don’t dare. It’s been over a year since we were last together and I’ll greedily lap up every stroke if it means keeping my mouth shut makes him last longer.
His grip on my hips tightens to the point I know he’ll leave bruises. I can’t help it. I slam back to meet his thrust and a powerful shudder ripples through me and I cry out.
He’s home. This doesn’t need to last. Soon the night will come, and he’ll be in my bed.
“Harder,” I pant, and the game is soon over.
He slams into me three more times, each time, sending shock waves through me, and leans over my back, digging his teeth into my skin as he pours himself into me.
“That was…”
He doesn’t finish, but he doesn’t need to. I understand.
“I still can’t believe you’re here.”
He doesn’t move and his beard tickles my back. “I am, and I’m not leaving again.”
He kisses my shoulder and peels himself off of me. I miss his touch the second he pulls out but then I have to rush across the kitchen and tear off a few sheets of paper towels. It’ll do cleaning myself up till I get to the bathroom.
