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“But Lane—”
"Are we going to have this argument every time I want to do something nice for you?" I say with a laugh. "I mean hell, you're still driving that damn Tucson around with the bullet hole in it. You wouldn’t even let me fix it, let alone replace it.”
She looks at me again, her expression earnest. “It’s because it reminds me just how much you love me. That’s why I keep it. That’s why I refuse to let you replace it. Whenever I’m having a down day or just feel bad for whatever reason, all I need to do is look at that car. It reminds me that you love me enough to put your life in danger for me.”
“I love you even more than that, sweetheart.”
She stands on her tiptoes and gives me a quick kiss then opens the box to reveal the white gold platinum necklace with a pendant that has both of our birthstones joined together. I take it from the box and clasp it behind her neck. She admires it for a moment and smiles.
“This is beautiful,” she says.
“Not nearly as beautiful as you.”
Lanie stiffens and grabs my hand, squeezing it tight as her mother walks over to us. She’s in a very nice dress and has a glow of health about her. After everything happened with Lanie and Deever, much to the surprise of us all, Betsy got straight. She cut ties with all her loser friends and cut out all the booze and drugs. She said almost losing Lanie was her scared straight moment and vowed to clean up her act.
And to her credit, she’s done that. She’s been sober for two months now and is doing so well. I even hired Betsy to be the property manager.
That doesn’t mean everything is great between Betsy and Lanie yet. Her mom did a lot of damage to their relationship over the years and they’re still trying to work their way through it all and find a path forward together. They embrace and it’s a little stiff, but I can see some slight thawing in that ongoing cold war.
“Congratulations, Lanie,” Betsy says. “I’m really proud of you.”
I know there are a thousand cutting remarks Lanie wants to make, but she holds her tongue and puts a smile on her face.
“Thanks, Mom,” she says woodenly.
Betsy grabs her hand and squeezes it, her face reflecting a myriad of emotions. "I'm trying, Lanie. I want to fix things between us. I want us to be okay."
Lanie nods. “I know. I’m trying too. It’s just going to take a little time.”
A small, sad little smile touches Betsy's lips, but she nods and kisses Lanie on the cheek. "Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere."
Betsy turns and walks off and Lanie immediately loosens up. She looks at me with a devilish little grin on her face and takes me by the hand, leading me through the house.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“I’ll tell you when we get there.”
Lanie leads me into a guest bathroom at the rear of the house and pulls me inside, making me laugh. She closes the door behind us and locks it. The place still needs some finishing touches, but we’re getting there.
“What are we doing in here?” I ask.
“It occurred to me that this is the only room in the house we haven’t christened yet.”
“Oh, is it?”
“It is.”
I step forward and pick Lanie up then set her down on the vanity. I lean down and kiss her. Our tongues swirl around one another and just like the first time I kissed her, I get a hit of cinnamon on her breath. She slides her hands down my chest and grips my already rigid length through my slacks, squeezing and stroking me. She swallows the low groan that flows from my mouth, and I run my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress and graduation gown up to her waist, my fingers brushing her sex, which is already dripping wet.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” I say. “You naughty girl.”
“Maybe you should punish me then, Daddy.”
Lanie quickly gets my slacks undone and pulls out my dick. She squeezes the base firmly and gives me several hard pumps that get me impossibly hard.
“I need you inside of me, Daddy,” she says.
She parts her thighs and I nestle the head of my prick between those slick, velvety folds and gently push forward, sinking into her soft, wet slit. Every time feels like the first time with Lanie. As I start to pump into her, our mouths crash together in a fiery kiss. I slide my hand up her body, cupping and squeezing her tits through her gown before I slip it around her throat and squeeze. Lanie gasps and she tightens around my shaft, making her even tighter.
