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And work his magic he did! York teased my nipples, first through my shirt and then under the fabric, until they were hard points. Lifting himself over me, he kissed me tenderly, far softer than during our fuck sessions.

I felt him wanting me to understand him. We had spent a lot of time together over the last few days, but we weren’t ourselves. My injuries left York afraid to take what he wanted.

After his lips left my nipples, I was wet and begging for relief. York settled behind me. His hand rested on my hip, seeming a little unsure how to access my pussy without banging into my foot. I reached down and added an extra pillow between my legs. With my thighs parted, York pressed his cock at my wet lips.

I glanced back at him and smiled. “I think I loved you from the beginning. If I weren’t so stubborn, I would have spoken up sooner.”

My words won a grin from York. “I’ve rarely been scared in my life. But you made me feel weak and unsure. I imagined telling you many times that I wanted more. But when we were together, I chose to be happy with what I had rather than possibly lose everything.”

“No more fear or pigheadedness. We go all in even if it ends badly. Deal?”

York kissed me hungrily as his cock filled my overheated pussy. Our position allowed him control over my pleasure. His hand squeezed my tit before caressing my belly and settling on my pussy. He found my clit, stroking it rhythmically as he thrust inside me.

Reaching back to touch his face, I moaned York’s name. Waves of tension left my body as I orgasmed. I felt rejuvenated, powerful, lovestruck. York cupped my breast, flicking my nipple as he worked himself closer to his orgasm. I clenched my pussy around his cock, making him groan with approval.

As his control snapped, York moved with more intensity. He was close to relief. I murmured how much I loved him, how he saved me when I was lost in the dark, how he was the only man I’d ever wanted, and how he was mine.

My words whipped him into a frenzy. The friction of his large cock against my clit brought me closer to another orgasm.

York came first, fucking me deeply, soaking up every bit of pleasure. Those final thrusts sent me spiraling into another bout of raging heat.

Still thrusting, York wrapped his hand around my throat and sucked at my neck. I felt completely safe in the way only York could provide.

At that moment, I accepted that I would need to sacrifice my ego to make this man happy. That’s why I began to tear up. This realization was what I had feared most since I first saw York. He owned me from the beginning. Now, I couldn’t deny how I would never be happy if we were apart.

YORK

Often hiding behind a chilly exterior, Goldie was a difficult woman to read. Even when she was smiling, Goldie could seem standoffish. After we fucked in the hotel rooms, she’d talk a little and even tease me. But I couldn’t get a sense if she was simply biding her time to leave.

During the sex, though, her heart was laid bare. She dropped her walls and revealed a woman with more than fucking on her mind.

Even after we said “I love you” and spent the last week together, I felt unsure about us. Goldie stayed close to her family and friends. She also clung to me, but I wasn’t certain whether she simply needed reassurance.

My doubts were erased by her lovestruck gaze after we fucked. Once I left her body, Goldie turned over onto her other side and reached for me. She had gotten stronger over the last few days as her bruised body healed. Though she still couldn’t handle maneuvering crutches, Goldie had begun using a knee scooter to get around.

Right now, she tugged me against her and covered my lips with hers. I wrapped an arm around her, enjoying the feel of her body against mine. We stayed like that for an hour, kissing and touching. Goldie stroked my erection until it was hard and thick in her hands.

“I want you to take me to the Netherlands,” she said, holding my gaze as if challenging me.

Squeezing her ass, I murmured, “I’d suggest it as our honeymoon location, but your mom seems keen on going with us.”

Goldie rewarded my words with a smile. Just as quickly, she glanced down at her leg and frowned.

“Can you climb over me, so I can rest on my right side for this round?”

“Sure. I did sense your left tit wasn’t getting as much attention as the right. This will even it out.”

Goldie’s throaty laugh made me feel like a million bucks. I rarely made anyone laugh, and this woman wasn’t amused by just anyone. I’d won the lottery by catching her attention.

After a night of lovemaking, Goldie smiled easier and seemed more active. She still napped twice a day, usually after the pain medication kicked in. While she slept in the afternoon, I returned Zodiac’s call.

Standing outside, I tugged a baseball cap on my head to keep the sun out of my eyes. Nearby, Yarrow and Anise threw basketballs. Based on the amount of cursing taking place, neither one was skilled at shooting hoops.

“Be straight with me,” Zodiac said rather than telling me hello. “Are you moving to Little Memphis?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

“What do you want to happen?”