She lets out a breathy laugh, but it’s cut off as she clamps down on me, and it almost makes me whimper. Fuck, she’s so damn tight, squeezing around me with every movement.
Sloan grips my hair again, her other hand clutching my shoulder as she moves, her hips rocking now harder against mine, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps. I watch her, mesmerized by the way her face twists in pleasure, the way her eyes close, her lips parting, her body chasing the release she’s so close to reaching.
“You’re so good for me,” I breathe out, my voice strained as I start to thrust up into her, matching her pace. “Always so good for me.”
“Fuck, Casper,” she moans out, her voice high and shaking. “I’m so close.”
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, my thumb never stops moving on her clit, my other hand gripping her hip, guiding her. “Come for me, Boo. Let go. I’ve got you.” I pinch her clit, and with that, she cries out while her back arches as she comes undone on my lap. Her pussy clenching so tight it almost undoes me. Her moans fill the air, and I can’t take my eyes off her—how beautiful she looks when she’s lost in pleasure, completely mine.
I hold her close, my lips finding her neck, kissing her softly, tenderly, as she rides out her orgasm, her body trembling in my arms. “That’s my girl.” She collapses against me, her forehead resting on my shoulder as she catches her breath, her fingers still tangled in my hair. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close while my heart is still pounding in my chest. “I love you,”I whisper again, my lips brushing against her ear. “So fucking much.”
She lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine, and then she smiles, her lips curving into that soft, beautiful smile she has when she says it back. “I love you too.”
Slowly, she starts to move again, her hips rocking gently, and I groan, the pleasure building again, my body still so close to the edge. She looks down at me, her fingers brushing over my cheek.
“I need you to come for me too, Saylor,” she whispers softly, her eyes locked on mine. “I want to feel you.”
“Fu-uck,” I grit out, my hands gripping her hips as she moves, her body so warm, so perfect around me, when I start to thrust up into her again, faster this time. The pleasure builds, and I can feel myself tipping over the edge, my balls tensing, my breath catching in my throat when I thrust up harder.
“Come inside me.” Her voice is a low, seductive, breathy whisper, and it’s enough to push me over the edge. My body shudders as I come, a guttural groan tearing from my throat.
I hold her close, and I press up into her as the pleasure crashes over me, wave after wave, pulling me under until there’s nothing left but her—her warmth, her love, her scent, all of her consuming me.
She smiles down at me, her eyes soft, her fingers brushing over my cheek as I catch my breath. “That’s my boy,” she teases breathlessly, and it makes me laugh, my heart swelling, pounding with everything I feel for her.
“You’re my heaven, Boo,” I whisper back, pulling her down for another kiss, deep and full of everything I can’t put into words. In this moment, everything is perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
EPILOGUE
FOUR YEARS LATER
Outside my shop,I look over the ocean just a few feet away, breathing in the salty air, trying to ground myself and enjoy the last minutes of quiet before the exciting part of the day starts.
After Hunter, Nash, Saylor, and North helped fix up this place for me, I started doing readings again in the room Hunter had suggested.
And I love it.
The two things I adore—fixing cars and helping people—are happening under the same roof of a building I’m so incredibly proud of. This dream, now a reality, came true with a little, well, a big help from Hunter.
A month ago, I managed to buy him out. Just like he predicted. Now, this place is completely mine.
Hunter is still running Jones & Sons next door, and Nash is out working the boats. They both love what they’re doing, and that makes me happy, even though I always worry about Nash at sea. Thankfully, Hunter has made the wise decision to reduce the workload. He ensures the boats only head out in good weather. No one ventures out on the water when a storm is even remotely close to Lubec.
I’m grateful to him for that.
A significant part of my business’s growth is thanks to North. He’s become my little part-time secretary, handling all the paperwork and, quite literally, working magic for my business. When Lio is at school, North is in the office next door, scheduling appointments, managing taxes, and doing what he does best—bossing people around.
North is also the one who decides who is allowed to see me for readings. He meticulously vets each person and ensures they’ve signed an NDA. He’s taken every precaution to prevent me from ever being locked away again.
His protectiveness is both cute and deeply reassuring.
He will never let me get hurt again.
Funny enough, despite all the NDAs, word about what I can do has spread throughout Lubec. Most of the townspeople are okay with it. Some of them have even had readings with me before. Sure, there’s chatter, but it’s not the kind of talk that worried me in the past. It’s more curiosity and interest than fear or hate.
I can live with that.
