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Laughing she replied, “I can imagine. I don’t have anything to bitch about, but I do have something to stitch, so I’ll go and mostly listen.”
“What are you stitching?”
Flexing her hands and looking out the window she let out a slow breath. “I’m crocheting. Learning to crochet anyway. It’s physical therapy for my fingers.”
Nicholas had broken her fingers when he caught her using the phone the first year she was his captive. She never thought of herself as his wife, always his captive. Month eight, she’d been going through rehab for her legs, at the monstrosity he called home in south central Wisconsin. So close and yet so far from everyone she loved. By this time David had joined the Army. Her mom whispered it to her at one of their dinners, just to let her know he was okay. She’d felt a sense of relief knowing he was now in the hands of the US Army and Nicholas couldn’t harm him. She still had to keep her parents safe until her father worked off his debt to Nicholas. Then they’d all run away from him. At least that had been her plan then.
David turned into a driveway and chuckled. “This will be good physical therapy for our stomachs.”
The sign for Harmony Ice Cream came into view. The adorable white building sat back from the road; a bright pink canopy decorated the front over the windows. A long line of eager customers stood in front of the order window, small children jumping and playing, excited for their ice cream treat.
Surprise then excitement filled her. “Oh, David, how fun.”
“Just wait till you taste it.”
He parked in the lot, briskly walked around the front of the truck and opened her door. Once again, he helped her step down from his truck causing her heart to beat faster. He was such a gentleman in every way.
“The owners make the flavor of the day by hand. No mixes—only real cream and goodness. Fattening as hell, but worth it.” He grinned and winked at her, and, holy shit, it went straight to her privates. She stumbled, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “You okay?”
Pfft. If he only knew. “I’m fine. Clumsy I guess.”
He kissed the top of her head, and she took a deep breath to calm herself and hopefully chase away the blush she felt creeping up her body.
Standing in line behind two rambunctious girls she focused on the menu and was overwhelmed by the selection. Then she spied the flavor of the day, and she smiled from ear to ear. Cherry almond cream. Yum.
David must have spied it at the same time. “I’m having the flavor of the day.”
Giggling, she said, “Me too.”
After receiving their ice cream, they walked over to the little park alongside Harmony Ice Cream. Sitting at a picnic table and enjoying the last rays of the evening sun, she sighed. “This has been one of the nicest days I’ve had in such a long time. Thank you.”
He looked into her eyes, and his face took on a serious expression. “Me too,amore mio.You’re welcome.” His hand stretched across the table and held hers. He squeezed gently, a soft smile on his sexy lips.
* * *
His heart was sure to give out any moment. Since Kiera had come back into his life, it had been working overtime. The smallest things made it race. Her sweet smile. The look on her face when she laughed. Watching her ass move when she walked—stupendous ass. Watching her stupendous ass move when she walked. That not only got his heart going but his cock, too. Just thinking about it on the drive to her place tightened his jeans and made driving damned uncomfortable. When he’d entered her earlier this evening, he thought his heart would explode then and there. It felt like the first time all over again, and he was slightly embarrassed that he came as quickly as he did; but, at least, she came first.
Now, watching her ass as she walked into her condo, softly set her keys in the basket by the sofa and then walk to the kitchen, his cock was ready to go again. She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Want anything to drink?”
“No.”
She laughed. “Want to think about it?”
“No.”
He walked to her, pulled her to his body and kissed her like he’d been thinking about kissing her since the last time he kissed her.
His hands twisted in her hair and her hands grabbed hold of his shirt at the back and squeezed him to her. She rotated her hips into his, and he huffed out a breath.
“Bed. Now,” he managed between kisses, and she pulled his polo from his jeans and splayed her fingers over his back.
He obliged by pulling her blouse from her pants, and she quickly helped him by unbuttoning it as quickly as she could. As the last button opened, he shoved it down her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Bending slightly, he picked her up in his arms, and his heart beat faster at the squeal she let loose and the laugh that quickly followed. He turned into her bedroom, kicked the door closed with his foot, and lay her gently on the bed.
Pulling his shirt over his head, unbuckling his jeans and letting them fall to the floor as he watched her wriggle from her pants seemed an endless process. After her slacks hit the floor, her panties landed on top, and he dropped his briefs immediately after. Crawled onto her on the bed and slid his arms under her shoulders. When her legs immediately came around his waist, he groaned. Shit, this would go too fast again. He thrust his hips forward and entered her wet, silky pussy, and his breathing instantly became choppy—his pulse raced, and his body dampened.
She whimpered and squeezed her legs tightly pushing him in a bit farther. “Jesus. Kiera.”
She giggled. “I know.”
