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“Well…” My smile catches a single tear that falls from my watering eyes. Emotions fully engulf every inch of my body. This decision will alter my world. One I welcome with open arms and an open heart.
“Well?” The hope blooms in his voice. “Are you going to stay and make memories with me?”
What do I say? What do I say to the man who has altered any sort of expectation I had in a man?
“You never showed me our bedroom,” I come back.
Victor whisks me up into his arms. He rushes through the home… our home, back to our bedroom. He places me down, turning me around, and I gasp at the sight. Next to the neatly made bed, on matching nightstands, are his magazines and on the other side table are my auto books. My body steps toward a dresser that has framed pictures of us. Some photos I forgot he took. In them, we are calm, carefree, and happy. My fingernails traces over the framed memories. I turn and see on the end of his bed are his fancy pajamas, neatly folded. In a chair that sits in the corner by a large window are some of my clothes, folded. I must have left them behind.
Just the simplicity of folded laundry makes me grin from ear to ear. He is taking care of me. Once again, he has combined our completely different lives into one space. I watch him walk over and take my pajamas to give to me. I take them and hold on to them for a second.
“I missed you, Collins.”
He speaks his words so honestly and loving. “I’ve missed you too.”
The whole time we’ve been apart, I’ve worn his fancy pajamas. I loved the way they smelled. Even after working in the garage or surfing, I’d scrub my skin clean and climb into his clothes. The silky threads surrounded me and instantly gave me a sense of comfort.
I reach for my clothes that are folded in the chair, but before picking them up, I glance back at him across on the bed. I could slip back into mine, or steal his. But… I turn back to Victor, who looks confused, and smiles wide. My fingers play at the hem of my shirt. With one deep breath, I pull my shirt up over my head, exposing my cream lace bra. Victor stands straighter at the doorframe and his eyes trace down my body. When his eyes finally meet mine, I keep his gaze while I unbutton my shorts and slip them off, taking my underwear with them. His jaw tenses and his arms fall slack against his sides.
My hands reach behind my back, unhooking my bra, and slipping it down my arms.
“Baby.” His sensual voice makes my cheeks blush.
His dick presses against the front of his pressed pants, begging to escape. My mouth salivates at the thought of being intimate with him again. This overwhelming need to want someone so much, my heart could explode. I walk to the bed and pull the covers back, climbing under the sheets. I pull the thin sheet up around my waist and pat the bed next to me. My cheeks hurt from the massive grin that pulls at my lips.
“You wanted to make memories together. Let’s start here.” I pull the covers back to his side. He saunters over, undressing slowly. His eyebrow tips up at the same time one side of his lip turns up. Victor pulls the buttons apart, one by one, rolling his shoulders to drop his shirt to the ground. He glances down, popping the button for his pants. I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips. “Love, this isn’t a Magic Mike show. Get in this bed and kiss me!”
“Yes, ma’am!” He quickly strips the rest of his clothes from his body and literally jumps into bed, pushing me back to lie on top of me. His hands encompass both sides of my face, and his lips press against mine with such need. He gives me one hell of a kiss. It starts needy and excited, slowly turning into a needy caress of our lips.
Tonight feels different. My body is hurling itself at every single touch between our bodies. His body settles between my legs, and I can feel his hard length teasing my needy pussy. I am drenched with desire in a way I’ve never experienced before. His engorged cock teases my clit every time he moves between my thighs. My pussy weeps, begging to be filled. My heart is overflowing with love for this man. I place a hand on his cheek to get his attention, stopping him as he is fully seated inside me.
This vulnerability is so new to me. He has torn down every piece of me to an empty frame of my former self. Slowly and surely, this man has rebuilt my heart with love and care.
“Promise you will never leave me,” my heart begs as his hazel eyes gaze down at me.
He must realize that this Collins he sees beneath him is the one asking for hope and security. He takes my hand in his and the other wraps under my back, pulling him closer to him.
“I promise I won’t leave you, Collins. I’ll show up for everything you need and I won’t fail you again.” He lays a tender kiss against my lips. “Will you promise to share your world with me? I’ve begged to be a part of it for so long, and being without it for a moment was unquestionably torture,” he whispers his promises.
“I promise.”
I lean up and kiss him deeply, moving my hips against him. He slowly pushes his weeping cock into me, taking my breath away. I gasp against his mouth. He fills me with everything he has. He takes a moment, savoring my lips before he starts to move. I’ve never felt so emotionally naked before and it’s driving me to want more. An unknowing tear falls down my cheek. The pad of his thumb wipes it away as he whispers my name.
My imagination runs rapidly with images of adding to our home, filling the garage. God, the promises of our future are pushing me over the edge. My body is demanding and encouraging more from him. His grip tightens around my hand and back, inspiring me to wrap my legs around his body. Needing to be tangled in the sheets together. The sounds of our breathing and moaning together fill the quiet room. I am biting my lip, trying to ride out this sweet feeling, never wanting it to end. I feel his lips near my ear as they graze the skin and his husky voice whispers.
“Don’t hold back on me, baby.”
I don’t need to be told, but the moment I heard his voice, my body obeyed. Curving my body into his and feeling the convulsions rippling through me, releasing all the pent-up emotions felt this week. He follows my orgasm with a few more thrusts.
All the anger, sadness, emptiness, relief, happiness, love, and most of all, the feeling of being complete is filtering throughout the room.
Tonight, the void I’d been feeling in my life fades away. Victor has redeemed the ultimate fantasy that happiness isn’t just a word on paper. It’s a word that arouses the emotional state of mind. Which doesn’t compare to the place my car holds in my life. She gave me something to take care of, he takes care of me. A beautiful cycle of support.
As I have restored her, Victor has restored me.
Chapter 22
Collins
