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the more grumpier out of all of the guys. Maybe I just needed to get to know him better?
Pointe grunted. “He’s not the only one.”
My eyes connected with Point’s, and I watched them melt into passion and need. “Is that so?” I whispered.
“Been a long time since I felt your body under me, Dee.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips over mine.
I slid off Point’s lap and held out my hand to him. “Maybe it’s time we rectify that.”
*
Chapter Twenty
New ink and old feelings…
Point
“This is new.” Deedra traced the tattooed heart on my chest. “What does it mean?” she asked.
“Well, when I got it, I told myself it was me claiming my heart back from you.”
She tipped her head back and looked at me. “Jesus.”
I laughed. “It was all a fucking lie, though. You still have my heart.”
She looked back at my chest. “Maybe a little battered and bruised from me not realizing what I had, but now I promise to treat it with love.”
“You always did, Dee.”
She sighed and laid her head on my chest. “We both know that’s a lie.”
I hooked my finger under her chin and tipped back her head. “We both needed to grow up. If you wouldn’t have left like you did, nothing would have happened. You might have grown to hate me for keeping you from your dream, and I would never have found the Kings of Vengeance. We had to lose each other for a little bit to come back better than ever.”
“Fate,” she whispered. “It was all fate, in the end, Point.”
“Yeah, it was, Dee. We just took the long road to get here.” I rolled on top of her and pressed a long kiss to her lips.
She moaned at my touch and ran her nails down my back.
“Would it be too forward of me to ask for round two?” she laughed.
“We haven’t even had round one yet, Dee.”
She shrugged and moved her hands to my bare ass. She had pulled me into my bedroom and proceeded to rip off all of my clothes but had been distracted by the new ink on my chest.
“I like to look forward to the future,” she whispered. “Especially when it involves you.”
“You and me, Dee. Forever.”
“Sounds like heaven.” She grabbed my ass and arched up to me. “Can we get to the really good stuff now?”
“It’s all good, sugar.” I snaked my hand down our bodies and brushed my hand over her pussy.
Her legs dropped open, and I fell between them. I parted the lips of her pussy and circled her clit.
“Point,” she moaned.
This was something Deedra and I always got right. Our bodies joined together was never the problem between us.
My fingers played with her clit, building her up while my other hand tweaked her nipple.
Her fingers wrapped around my cock, and she squeezed gently. “I missed this.”
“He missed you, too, Deedra.”
She laughed and stroked up. “It’s good to know I wasn’t forgotten or replaced.”
“Never.”
While she stroked my dick, her body writhed under me with each flick of her clit. I feathered kisses along the curve of her neck, and her other hand gripped my waist.
“Please, God, please,” she called.
“You and me, Deedra. This is where you’ve always belonged.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes!”
A shout escaped her lips, and her body shivered beneath me as her release washed over her.
I pushed her hand away from my dick and guided myself into her pussy. I sunk deep, and her tight walls pressed around me. I pulled out, her core convulsing around me, and plunged back in.
Her nails scraped up my back, and my name came on a shout of pleasure from her lips.
As one, we moved. Both climbing and reaching for the same thing.
With a shout of her name, my orgasm exploded, and she followed close behind.
For three years, I had missed Deedra, but with time, my memories had dulled. This was one memory I never forgot. I always remembered what it was like to be with her.
This was that and so much more.
Deedra and I were finally one again, and I was never going to let that go.
*
Chapter Twenty-One
I have friends?
Deedra
“That thing is bigger than my bike.” Point leaned against the huge pumpkin and folded his arms over his chest.
“Pretty sure that thing weighs three times as much as your bike, too,” Zephyr chuckled. His shades were pulled over his eyes and a smirk played on his lips. I was still a bit wary of him, but he seemed to at least be in a