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"That's it, beautiful," Billy encourages me. "Keep coming on my cock. You're going to make me come too, beautiful. Don't you stop. Don't you dare fucking stop."
I come a third time, and that's when Billy finally roars out his own release.
He comes hard inside me, and I moan as I feel his hot cum splash against my walls and deep inside my pussy.
I collapse back onto the bed as we both try to catch our breath. I keep my legs tightly wrapped around him, and he keeps his cock buried deep inside me.
"I love you, Claire," Billy whispers, and I know he means it. I see it blazing in his eyes, and I feel it in the way he gathers me to his chest and places a tender kiss upon the top of my forehead.
Tears spring to my eyes before I admit, "I love you too." I know it's fast, but I don't give a fuck, especially when Billy vows, "And I'm going to show you how much. Every fucking day, Claire. Every fucking day."
CHAPTER4
Claire
I bustlearound the soup kitchen, ladling steaming bowls of minestrone to the needy who line up with grateful smiles. Warmth fills my heart as I engage in conversations with the other volunteers, sharing stories and laughter amid the clatter of plates and the rich aroma of food.
I don't care what my father says. Money isn't everything.Thisis worth it.
As I hand another bowl to an elderly woman, her eyes crinkle in appreciation, sending a swell of joy through me. It's moments like these that make all the hard work worthwhile.
A smile tugs at my lips as my thoughts drift to Billy.Mymechanic. The man who unexpectedly became my whole world.
My car is long since fixed, but I've chosen to stay with him, reveling in the intensity of our connection. He can't keep his hands off me, worshipping my body multiple times a night, leaving me breathless and wanting more. Every day I learn something new about him, each revelation drawing me deeper into the whirlwind of our love.
The door to the soup kitchen swings open, drawing my attention from the task at hand. A familiar figure steps inside, his blue eyes scanning the room until they lock onto mine.
My heart skips a beat as I realize it's Billy. He looks slightly out of place in his grease-stained work clothes amidst the worn-out tables and volunteers in their aprons, but there's no denying the magnetic pull that exists between us.
"Hey, beautiful" he greets me with that crooked grin of his that makes my heart melt as he pushes his way through the crowd. I can't help but admire the way his muscles ripple beneath his tight-fitting shirt, a testament to the long hours he spends working in his garage.
"Hey, handsome," I reply, wiping my hands on my apron before walking over to greet him. "What brings you here?"
"I just wanted to see my woman in action," he says as he looks down at me proudly but also with that look in his eyes that says he's just a hair's breadth away from saying fuck it and ravishing me here on the spot.
I grow damp just thinking about it, and I beam up at him. I love that Billy is so supportive of my passion. It's like he really gets it—really getsme. In a way no one else ever has.
"Well," I take his hand in mine. "Let me show you around."
Billy follows me through the soup kitchen as I introduce him to the other volunteers, explaining the ins and outs of our operation. His eyes sparkle with curiosity as he takes in the bustling atmosphere, absorbing every detail.
"Wow, Claire," he murmurs as we pause by a table where several men are enjoying their meal. "I had no idea how much work went into this place."
"Everyone here is dedicated to helping those less fortunate," I explain, my passion for the cause evident in my voice. "It's not always easy, but it's worth it when we see the difference we're making in people's lives."
"You're amazing," Billy says softly, his gaze never leaving mine. The intensity of his stare sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but wonder what thoughts are swirling behind those vivid blue eyes.
Though by the look in them, I already know. He's remembering the same thing I am—the way he took me last night over the hood of my pink Cadillac.
I press my thighs together when I think back on how he growled in my ear, "Been wanting to bend your pretty little ass over this pink Cadillac ever since you drove it into my garage, beautiful."
It turns me on just as much now as it did last night.
Billy's grin tips up into a crooked smile when I glance down and see the bulge in his pants. He discreetly adjusts himself and wraps an arm around me.
"Later, beautiful," he promises me.
I try to calm my flaming cheeks and scoop a generous serving of steaming hot soup into a bowl and hand it to the woman in front of me, her grateful smile warming my heart. The aroma of freshly baked bread mingles with the savory scent of vegetables as I continue to serve one person after another, my mind continually drifting to the man standing next to me proudly. Our lives have become so entwined, and even though he's fixed my car, I can't bear the thought of leaving his side.
