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“You’re going to be okay.”
“I already am,” I state matter-of-factly. “You made it that way.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You didn’t judge me. There wasn’t a trace of humiliation or repulsion when you heard the disgraceful life I lived.”
“Never, baby. And I know you just let it all out, but if it comes back up, nagging at you, eating you up inside, we’ll work through it together. You’re not alone in this anymore.”
“I know.”
“Now, it’s been a rough morning, but I’m asking you to do me a favor and trust me.”
“About what?”
“When Dozer and Janie get here, your brothers want to tell them their version of your story less graphically. It’s not my call, but I agree.”
I deflate, humiliation creeping back in.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with your mentor scheming to pimp you out. There are some things a father shouldn’t know. Especially a father like yours. Trust them me to spin it where they understand the gravity but know you’ve left it behind.”
“I can do that.”
“Take a shower and wash it all off, baby, because after this morning it’s all out of your system. Your mom will want to see you’re okay. I’ll send her back after we talk to them. We’ll sit down and come up with a plan of what to do next. You don’t think this is Brock, then I believe you.”
“Maybe I should call Stephanie to get her take on all this. She may have some insight into why someone sent these to me.” When he told me this morning Stephanie had copies of all the texts, it was almost a relief.
“Your decision, my guess is she’s waiting to hear from you.”
I spin to face him and link my arms around his neck. “I’m not kissing you until I brush my teeth and scour my mouth, but I really want to.”
He smirks, laying his lips on my forehead. “Your family leaves this afternoon. As soon as they pull out, we’re hitting that bed and I’m finally getting my chance to show you what it means that you love me.”
An electric buzz travels through me. “Sounds wonderful.”
He presses a firm kiss to my forehead and steps back, skimming his fingertips over my cheek. “I love you, Princess.”
•—•—•—•—•
“Baby, you gonna move?” Miller thrusts up, holding my hips.
“Patience.” I trail my fingertips over the ripples of his abs.
“In the last twelve hours, you’ve had your mouth on every inch of my body. You have it memorized yet?”
“Are you complaining?” I swivel my hips, clamp down, and feel him pulse inside.
“No, have at it. I’ve got a great fucking view.” He links his hands behind his head, cocking his knees up to hold me in place. His eyes glitter a crystal blue, raking over me.
Desire simmers low in my core, racing through my bloodstream with anticipation. With just his eyes, he ignites a need that I never knew possible. He’s right. For the last twelve hours, we’ve had each other in every way, only leaving this bed when necessary. I lost count of the orgasms somewhere before midnight, only to be woken a short time later as he slid back into me from behind and slowly made love to me while whispering, “I love you,” over and over until I flew apart, feeling him thicken and join me on a low growl. We fell back asleep in that position with him inside me.
All night, every time, he was in control and I had no problem giving it to him. Rough, hard, hot, sweaty, slow, sweet… he gave me everything. This morning I woke, wanting to give him that back.
“My view’s pretty great, too.” My hips grind down, gliding back and forth. “And this is my turn.”
“Fucking dreamed of this.” His voice dips low and husky at the same time his gaze turns reflective. “That morning, you climbed on top, taking me with nothing in between us. For months, I’d wake, hard as steel, throbbing with need. The image of you naked, sitting on top of me, buried deep in your pussy. Every inch of my cock surrounded by your heat as you ride me. That gorgeous hair flying wild, every curve on display, your tits bouncing as you take it hard. That image isn’t something a man forgets.”
At the time, that was the riskiest chance I’d ever taken in my life. But something inside me needed to have that connection and feel nothing but his skin inside me. “You aren’t the only one that dreamed about that morning.”
He unhitches a hand, skimming his fingers up my side, goosebumps popping in the path. He circles my breast, which is hard and begging for his touch. “Baby, you want your turn, you better move. It would suck to blow inside you without getting the full show.”
