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Saxon inhales, his chest rising and then falling with his heavy exhale. “I promise.”
With that decided, I crawl forward, looping my fingers through the beltloops of Saxon’s jeans. Drawing him toward me, I peer up at him as I undo his zipper. His rock-hard abs undulate, shooting a live current of yearning straight to my core. I give into temptation and lower my lips to his flesh. At first, I don’t move. I simply inhale, basking in his musk, savoring the scent of his skin. But when his abs prickle with tiny goose bumps, my body takes over, and I trace over every well-defined ridge with my tongue.
He hums, spurring me on, and I continue my journey downward. I circle his belly button, supporting myself as I rest both hands at his waist. As I’m treasuring his torso, licking over his flank where his tattoo is, I slip a hand into his jeans and palm his heavy length. He hisses, his muscles rolling under my tongue.
He is such a generous lover, always ensuring my needs are met before his, but I want to tease him to the point of shattering, just how he does to me. I slide his jeans down, holding my breath as I expose each delicious inch of his golden flesh.
When his shaft pops free, I take a few moments to appreciate what’s on show. I never thought I could ever be this sexually liberated, but with Saxon, I truly feel myself. Closing the distance, I take him into my mouth and pleasure him just as he has done to me time and time again.
He grunts, fisting his fingers through my hair as he sweeps it to one side. It turns me on knowing he’s watching me. Saxon is royally endowed, so I try my hardest to pleasure him as best as I can. As I go in deep, tears sting my eyes, but I don’t allow that to deter me.
Saxon caresses my cheek and down the length of my neck with his fingertips as he hums. The low rumble stokes my inner vixen, and I rub my legs together, hoping to ease the burn. “Come ’ere.” I don’t have a chance to object because he lifts me up and slams his lips to mine.
As we madly kiss, he lowers me onto my back, reaching between us to remove my underwear. The moment I’m bare, he circles my entrance with the pads of two fingers before seeking the sanctuary within. I buck my hips, releasing an impassioned moan.
He breaks our union, only to descend the slope of my neck before worshiping the tops of my breasts. As he slithers lower, I know where he’s headed, but all I want is to feel connected—mind, body, and soul. So I snare his cheeks and draw him back up to my lips.
His weight is perfect. I lock my arms around his neck and welcome him home as I unlock my legs. He settles between them, staring deep into my eyes as he guides himself into me. A breathless gasp escapes us when we lock. He doesn’t bury himself all the way in. He stills, allowing me to indulge in this moment as much as he is.
His longer hair flicks forward, framing his beautiful face, and without reservation, I reach up and cup his cheek. He settles into my touch, appearing to be at total peace. When we’re entwined this way, the noise settles, and everything fades into the background. There are no fears or questions because the world can fall into place around us.
I was stupid to question this becausethisis who I am. Saxon isn’t just the other half of my heart; he’s the entire thing. Pushing my insecurities away for good, I arch my back and lose myself to complete bliss. He sinks inside, strengthening what we were helpless to fight.
“Oh, god,” I whimper, his sluggish strokes making me come alive. He seals his lips around mine, his tongue matching the speed of his plunges. I lose myself—not overthinking, just feeling.
He dives into me over and over, his hands and lips never leaving my body. This feels different, like we both did some soul-searching while apart, but now that we’re together, everything seems to fit. He buries his face in the hollow of my neck, surrendering.
“You are my world, Lucy. Everything makes sense when we’re together.” He feels it too. I wonder what happened for him to uncover this truth. But I can ask him tomorrow because the moment he increases the rhythm of his strokes, I’m as good as gone.
When he reaches down and circles my swollen clit, I don’t stand a chance and come undone with a tempestuous scream. He pumps his hips, the rumble building, and when he starts to pull out, I lock my legs and arms around him, wanting him to see this through.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his lips pressed against my pulse as he spills his seed into me. “I love you.” Closing my eyes, I bask in the afterglow, never wanting to leave this barn ever again. He’s spent and when he grows lax, I hold on tighter…intent on never letting him go.
It’s amazing what a good night’s sleep can do. But as I brush over the faint outline of what looks to be a hickey, I know it’s all thanks to who I slept beside.
Once I untangled my body from Saxon’s and was sadly transported back to reality, I said that we probably should go back inside, seeing as we had guests. He looked as happy with that idea as I was, but he eventually gave in.
The moment we moseyed in through the back door, hand in hand, everyone knew what we had just done. But I didn’t care. What my mom said threw me, but seeing Saxon, knowing he came back home for me, just as he did when Sam was in the hospital, proved her wrong. Now that Saxon is back, the haze has faded, and everything is crystal clear.
I discounted the blatant disappointment reflected on Sam’s face when he saw Saxon. He’s the reason Saxon is here. Yes, I asked him to come, but I asked him on Sam’s behalf. The fact Saxon is here means he’s willing to listen to whatever Sam has to say. No matter what he says, I know deep down he wants to make amends or, at the very least, be civil with Sam. Regardless of everything, they’re still blood.
I don’t expect us to live together as one big happy family, but I still feel for all of us to move forward, Saxon and Sam need to mend this fence.
I’m tying my wet hair into a high bun when the bathroom door opens. I’d forgotten how good it was for my man to greet me first thing in the morning. He’s in jeans and nothing else. “Mornin’,” he says with a yawn.
“Good morning.” He leans up against the doorjamb, watching me as I apply my lip balm. “Are you going to stand there all day?”
“Yes,” he replies with a lopsided smirk.
Playfully rolling my eyes, I cap my balm and turn around. The air whips with electricity. “I’m glad you’re here. I could use the muscle,” I tease, but soon eat my words when Saxon flexes.
“What do you need muscle for?”
Mentally slapping myself, I get my head back in the game. “I wanted to drop off some boxes at my parents’ house…until I figure out what to do.” Saxon doesn’t hide his disappointment that I’m still undecided. But he nods.
“Sure. We can do that.”
“I also want to swing past the realtor’s office and get the exact date she’ll be back.”
