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but herself too. Immediately one of her hands goes to my hair, pulling me harder against her tit. The other hand goes to her core, making a vee with her fingers around my cock.
Moaning deep in my throat, I let my body react to the feeling of her stroking me each time I push in, then pull out. Letting her nipple go, I glance up into her passion-darkened eyes.
“You’re gonna make me come,” I warn her.
She winks. “God I hope so.”
This is the woman I’ve missed in my bed every night, the one I had fun with, who always made me feel like the greatest man in the world.
With a mission to complete, I pick up the pace, settling back on my haunches so I have room to rub her clit while I thrust in and out.
Her hands run up and down her body, cupping the underside of her tits.
“Play with them for me, babe. Show me what you like.”
Reaching down, she plucks her nipples with the tips of her fingers, going harder and faster as I do the same.
From somewhere deep inside, a shot of adrenaline takes over my body and I grind against her even faster, causing the springs on the mattress to protest. They’re loud in the room, something that would be almost funny if we weren’t so close to reaching our goal.
Mandy opens her mouth on a silent scream, arching heavily, her pussy gripping me tightly. I grit my teeth, grinding my back molars to let her enjoy hers.
But when I hear her voice, I’m ready to go.
“Please, Dalton, please come for me,” she whispers, an urgency in her voice. “Let me feel it.”
And it’s those words that send me over the edge. My body shakes as I press home one last time, emptying everything I have into the only woman I’ve ever loved.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Mandy
Walking up to my parents’ house, I let the early morning smell wash over me, the sun just starting to rise up over the horizon. The walk is good for me, and I’m glad I decided to take it.
My thighs are still sore from the night before last, but I grin to myself because it was totally worth it. Knocking before letting myself in, I see Walker sitting on the couch.
“Hey, kiddo.”
He gets up, coming around to hug me tightly.
“Did you have fun last night?” I ask, ruffling his hair.
“Yeah, Harley and I made Justice scream. We found a frog.”
I shiver, I hate nature in the form of amphibians. “That was mean.”
“But the look on her face?” He grins. “Was worth it. What are you doing here so early?”
I shrug. “Was kinda hoping you’d go have breakfast with me. Word has it, Harper is saving some sausage biscuits for us, and Tyler’ll be there.”
He’s already getting up to put his shoes on. “C’mon, Mom, let’s go!”
A few days later I pull my SUV into the parking space of a downtown Bowling Green park. After the amazing couple of days I’ve had with Dalton and Walker, I slightly regret wanting to get this over with, but if I want to move on, it has to happen.
This spot was chosen to meet my brother and sister at for a reason.
It’s completely neutral.
Before I go back to work, before I try to salvage what’s left of this year of my life, I need to lay out everything in my heart to them.
Clearing the air has never been more important to me than it is now. Most of it is because of the therapy, another part is for my own peace of mind.
Tatum is already waiting, and Drew is of course late.
He’s never late for anything to do with the club, but for his sisters? He loves to make us wait. Getting out, I wave at Tate.
“You need help?” she yells from where she sits, reading something on her phone.
“No, I’m good.”
I stopped and got us pizza and a few drinks. I’m not even sure how much I’ll be able to eat, but I invited them for lunch and they deserve to have it. When I turn back around, I see Tate eyeing me.
She’s not wearing sunglasses like I am, so she can’t hide. The look on her face breaks my heart; it’s a look of not knowing what you’re in for. I hate this for her, but we all have to come to terms with what’s happened to me, and what I’ve done to us.
As I walk closer, she gets up, holding her arms out.