When she finally stills, she rests her head against my chest, her soft breaths tickling my skin. She lifts her head after a few minutes and presses a gentle kiss to my lips, my cock still burieddeep inside her, our combined mess warm and sticky between us.
“Do you want me to get off?” she whispers.
But I shake my head, flipping us so she’s lying back against the bed. I leave her there, her body stretched out and glowing, and move to the tiny RV bathroom. The cool water I splash on my face shocks me back to the moment, and when I glance up at myself in the mirror, something’s different. The darkness that’s shadowed my eyes for years feels lighter. The man staring back at me looks like he might know how to smile again.
That’s Molly.
She’s the reason for this shift. And if she can do that with one night, what more can she do?
I grab a damp cloth and return to her, finding her exactly where I left her—her thighs sticky, the sheets a mess. She looks at me and chuckles softly, brushing her damp hair away from her flushed face.
“These sheets are doomed,” she says. She’s so damn beautiful it makes my chest ache.
I kneel beside her, glancing at the mess that’s my cum slipping from her body. I scoop some of it up with my fingers and hold it out to her. Her eyes widen, but her lips part willingly, and she takes it, her tongue swirling around my fingers as she cleans them off.
The sight has my cock twitching again. I chuckle darkly and push the rest of the mess back inside her pussy, my fingers burying it deep with a satisfying squelch.
“You do that,” she murmurs, her voice laced with heat while I continue to pump my fingers there, “and I might be ready for round two already.”
Her teasing smile doesn’t hide the hunger in her eyes. It’s been almost two decades since we first met, a decade apart, five years of me not feeling a damn thing, and now all I can think about is her. All I want is her again. And again.
Forever.
“Why wait?” I growl, climbing back onto the bed and settling between her legs.
In one smooth thrust I’m pressing back inside of her, her body welcoming me like she was made for me. She gasps, her back arching off the bed as her hands grip my hips, ankles crossing behind my back, pulling me deeper.
Hell, there’s something to be said about feeling my cum already inside her pussy while I’m fucking her.
She’s still hot. Still wet. Still mine.
Alwaysmine.
Chapter 31 – Molly
The rich smell of bacon and coffee stirs me from sleep, and it takes just a few moments to piece together where I am.?
Colt’s RV.
I stretch out, my hand reaching for the other side of the bed, but the space next to me is cold. Colt’s already up.
Memories of last night crash over me, and my body is sore from the aftermath of it all.
Three more times.
The man hadn’t been kidding about five years without sex. He was insatiable, and my body bears the evidence of that. I shift, the ache between my thighs a sharp, sweet reminder of just how far we went with each other.
Emotional. Intoxicating. Intense. It wasn’t just sex—it was raw and overwhelming, the kind that shakes something loose inside you.
I’ve known Colt for nearly two decades, but last night I saw parts of him no one else has ever known. The way his face broke with emotion, how his tears spilled as he let me in, letting me see him—all of him. My chest tightens, tears filling in my eyes as I lay there, overwhelmed in a way that I can’t even explain.
And then, like a shadow creeping in, the memory of how yesterday started pushes through.
Maverick. His funeral. The gaping hole in my chest that he caused aches all over again. I rub at the spot instinctively, as if my palm could somehow soothe the grief, the regret and the anger that his death has left behind. But there’s no fixing this. No undoing the past.
He’s gone and I’m still here.
I’d tried so many times to reach out to him after moving back, but it was always me chasing him, wasn’t it? Every call, every text. And when he went silent over the last two weeks, I assumed it was just him being… him. Distant. Unreliable. I’d gotten used to our relationship being one-sided, my words falling into a void where I never thought he’d care to answer.
