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“I think I’ve got it covered.” He pulled me against his body, resting his forehead on mine with one arm wrapped around my waist, his hand splayed on my back, pulling me close. His other hand rested on my stomach as if he were dancing with our daughter, too.
He swayed us side to side, me in his t-shirt, and both of us barefoot, around our living room as he quietly sang to me. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment as tears fell down my cheeks. I hadn’t even known I needed this, but True knew. He always knew what I needed even when I didn’t. The love I had for him was absolutely consuming. A forever kind of love that didn’t fade with time but only grew stronger as each day passed.
The type of love that survived every obstacle and test, every moment of elation and joy, and expanded to the point that it couldn’t be contained within us. It had to be shared and experienced by everyone around us, too. Our child, our future children, our friends and family. The kind of love we had was boundless, and if I’d ever had a doubt True had been created just to be mine, he’d just erased it.
I opened my eyes and gazed up into the deepest blue of his, and I knew he felt it, too. Our souls connected as if we were two halves of one, brought together like we were always meant to be, and I knew then that no matter what life threw at us now we would be okay.
We were timeless, bound together by fate in an everlasting sort of way. Lexi was nothing but a speed bump on our journey because True was home, my safe place to land.
“I love you,” he whispered after the last notes of the song fell from his lips.
“I love you, too.”
“Fuck my luck.” I tossed my phone onto the couch and balled my hands into fists as I sank down onto the chair in my living room.
Amara glanced up at me from where she was perched on the sofa, working on her laptop, raising her eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
I growled in frustration. “Fucking Lexi. Somehow she got my new number and is non-stop texting me. I haven’t responded even once, not even to pretend I don’t know who’s messaging me.”
Amara closed her laptop and slid it onto the glass table in front of her. “Come here.” She patted the cushion next to her, and I stood up, moving over to take my place at her side. She grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers and my muscles uncoiled a little. “What’s she saying?”
I averted my eyes. Of all the shit Lexi had done, her latest messaging campaign had me the most shaken because I didn’t know what to expect or how to deal with her. “She’s trying to blackmail me into spending more time with her. She says she’s got something huge on me and will release it to the media.” I turned and looked down at Amara, sliding my hand up her velvety cheek and into the silky strands of her hair as she leaned into my touch.
Her eyes flicked to my phone, and I reached over and plucked it from where it’d fallen between the cushions, handing it to her so she could see the messages for herself. Her brows furrowed as she read, her lips set in a thin line.
“I have no idea what the fuck she’s talking about. You know everything about me. At least if Ihadactually done something, I’d know what to expect. But at this point, I feel like she’s making something up or setting something up. With all the Me Too Movement stuff going on, she could say literally anything, and it’d be her word against mine.” My stomach rolled.
“Have you talked to Harrison about this?” Amara’s honey eyes searched mine, a reassuring calmness emanating off of her that had me feeling better than I had all morning.
Shaking my head, I leaned against the back of the couch and closed my eyes. “I’ve left him messages, but he must be in a meeting or something. He hasn’t called me back yet.”
My eyes snapped open as Amara’s body slid onto my lap, her knees falling to either side of my hips as she pressed herself against me. Her hands roamed my chest and abs as her eyes twinkled mischievously. “I can think of a few things we can do to distract you until he calls you back.”
Leaning forward, I peppered her neck and jaw with kisses, flicking my tongue out to taste her skin and breathing in her sweet cinnamon scent. My dick was already rock hard and pulsing at the heat seeping through the thin layers of clothing separating us.
My hands drifted up the smooth skin of her thighs, and under the hem of the sundress she wore today, lightly gliding up and down until she moaned and pushed her center right on top of my aching dick. I was so hard it hurt, pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans and begging to be released, to bury myself inside of her.
“Fuck, Amara.” I groaned, losing myself in my need for her. She rocked her hips, pushing her chest forward until her perfect tits were right in front of my face waiting to be pulled into my mouth and worshipped like they deserved.
Reaching up, I pulled the top of her dress down, my heated gaze honing in on her peaked nipple as my mouth moved as if drawn by a magnet to worship her with my tongue.
Slow circles mixed with the perfect hint of suction had Amara writhing on my lap. While one hand cupped her breast, holding her still as I licked and sucked and nibbled, the other traveled up under the soaked fabric of her lace panties as my fingers found her slick entrance and I pushed one inside.
She whimpered and called out my name as her inner walls constricted around my finger, pulling me in deeper as I moved languidly in and out. She quivered, her legs shaking as I added a second finger, and my thumb circled her clit in a rhythm I knew set her off every time.
Before she gave in and came on my hand, she stopped, reaching down and pushing my hand away. I let go of her nipple with apop, looking up into her wild honey eyes. “I want to come with you inside of me,” she clarified, reaching down and ripping the button on my jeans open.
Her movements were erratic, frantic and hurried as she slid the zipper down and pulled my cock out. Her eyes widened slightly like they did every time she saw me, almost as if she was surprised by my size every single time. It was a heady feeling to know I still impressed her.
She gripped my hard as fuck dick by the base and guided me toward her entrance before pushing the fabric of her panties to the side and sliding herself down onto me until I was buried so deep inside of her I could go no further.
I bit my lip to the point of pain to avoid coming immediately. She was so wet and tight, her body gripping me and squeezing, making me forget about everyone and everything except this moment and satisfying the goddess riding my cock.
Her body moved on top of mine, her hips rolling in wave after wave of desire and urgency. Her hands rested on my knees as she arched her back to make room for her stomach between us, and cried out as she flew over the edge, shaking and contracting around me as she screamed my name.
Fuck, I loved it when she did that.
The feel of her inner walls squeezing my cock was too much, and I let go with a string of curses, emptying myself inside of her until I had nothing left. She didn’t climb off me right away. Instead, she fell forward and rested her head on my shoulder as we both tried to catch our breath. My hands moved from her hips to her stomach, and my daughter kicked at my palm.
