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“Woman, if you don’t sit down and let me make sure you’re okay, I’m going to call your grandma and tell her you need stitches.” Haley made a noise somewhere between a gasp and the hiss of a cornered cat. “You wouldn’t dare.” “I fucking would.”
How do I keep her smiling like that?
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re kind of bossy?” “Many times,” I chuckled. “It’s a flaw, but people put up with it.” Her gaze softened. “I guess I’ll put up with it too.”
“I want to kiss you.” “I want to do more than kissing.” My ears were burning now. “Hal, you’re going to drive me crazy.” “I plan on it.”
Had I worn a red lace thong wondering if something might happen? Yes. Yes I had. And I was thanking past me for that decision now. “Holy fuck,” he whispered as I kicked the denim free. “I changed my mind. I think red is my favorite color.”
“I want you to fill me,” I whimpered. “I am, sunshine. You’re going to take every fucking drop.”
I glanced up at him as she got out of the truck and watched as he raised a dark brow, measuring the situation. He’d been the one to kick my ass all those years ago, and here I was with Haley Bently getting out of my pickup with my cum inside her.
Haley was a drug made just for me.
“I’ve had years to dream about this,” he whispered, slowly circling my clit. “Years, sunshine. To dream about holding you just like this. To have my cock buried in your pretty cunt.”
“I’m yours,” he huffed, his hips giving a thrust. “I’m all yours, Haley.”
“There’s my husband.”
