Page 139 of Fighting the Pull


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I tipped back my head to look at him. “Seems like totally.”

His face gentled, and he dipped down to touch his mouth to mine.

He didn’t go far away when he asked, “You good being with me while your crew is at the Chateau?”

I nodded. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

That got me another gentle look, before he watched me closely. “You nervous about Genny and Duncan coming over for dinner tomorrow?”

This was our plan.

Our first night, only him and me.

We were both working tomorrow. Hale, half day, so he could come home and cook for everybody.

Including Genny and Duncan.

“The mixing of your peeps and my peeps and spending time with a woman you’ve known all your life and love dearly?” I asked. “Absolutely.”

“She’s really nice.”

“I’m sensing that. But she might be forced to be polite because I’m with you and she doesn’t like that, but you’re a grown man, so she’s going to keep it to herself.”

“She’ll give you a shot, Elsa. She’s not like that. She doesn’t hold grudges. And you’re mine. That’ll mean something to her. She’ll have a mind to that.”

“So what you’re saying is, she’s an exceptionally talented actress, so even if she doesn’t like me being with you, I’ll never know.”

He smiled. “Not exactly. I mean she’ll give you a chance, and when she gets to know you, she’ll genuinely like you, because you’re genuinely likeable.”

I looked to the sunset and the sea.

Something odd in his tone made me look back to him when he spoke again.

“In fact, you remind me of her. Fiercely loyal. Openly ambitious. Understanding the important things in life. Always seeking balance of what fulfills you, and what those in your life need from you.”

“She seems so cool,” I said quietly, mindful of his change in mood, “that might be the nicest thing anyone’s said to me.”

“She is very cool,” he muttered distractedly.

“You went somewhere,” I noted cautiously. “Care to tell me where you are?”

He cleared his face, rubbed my arm again, and assured, “I’m right here with you, baby. I’ve got you back with me, where else would I be?”

He’d been somewhere.

But that wasn’t for me.

I tamped down my disappointment and reached up to kiss him.

Thus commenced us making out in his bucket chair, and joy of joys, no need to muck about when he finally planted me on his cock and made me fuck him there.

And after we finished, went inside, cleaned up, prepared for bed, then cuddled together in it with the sound of the waves crashing on the beach and the moon shining in the windows, all I could think was one thing.

I missed him.

I had him back.

It was the perfect reunion.

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