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Kensington

“ S o, what happened?” I ask, tossing another rock over the ledge and watching it disappear into the heavy fall of water.

“How come you’re out here and not at the club?”

When he doesn’t answer, I glance over my shoulder.

He’s staring down at the ground, looking lost in thought.

Caught in a memory somewhere.

And it doesn’t look like a good one.

I shift to face him, and his head lifts.

The beam that was shining in his eyes all day has grown dark.

I almost wish I hadn’t asked the question.

Everything has been so good.

It’s been another amazing day.

“We were on a job,” he starts, and his voice is so thick with sadness, it makes me ache.

“We were trying to put an end to this drug dealer who was selling bad shit on the streets. The cops had tried to nab him, but he managed to evade them every time they got close, so they finally called us in to help.”

I’m shocked to hear that the police would turn to them for help.

I thought the police were after the Savage Knights.

Looking for a reason to lock them up.

“I was leading the charge. It was my job, but somehow, I fucked things up, and the fucker had sensed we were coming. He laid in wait for us. And when we showed up, he had an army armed and ready. Before I knew what the fuck was happening, I found myself with a gun clocked at the side of my head.” A shudder rolls through my shoulder, and I scoot onto his lap, needing to ensure myself that he’s safe.

“Rubble shot the guy in the back and in turn, he got one right in the chest. It was fucking chaos. The biggest fuckup of my life. We lost Rubble, and Skully got both his knees blown out and is now bound to a wheelchair. Never gonna ride again. We barely made it out alive. Our only saving grace was the fact that the cops were standing guard. They heard the gunshots ring out and called for backup then moved in. Our asses were saved, but it was too late. I’d already lost my best friend and fucked my other buddy over for life. After that, it was hard to breathe. Being at the club reminded me of Rubble. I had to take off, and I’ve been living up here ever since.”

The tears in his eyes show how much he’s hurting.

He’s blaming himself for things that aren’t his fault.

He’s always been like that.

He blamed himself for his parents’ deaths too.

They were coming to watch his flag football game, so Sean tied himself to being the cause.

And he’s doing it again.

He’s not responsible for what that drug-dealing bastard did.

He’s not the one who pulled the trigger.

But the guilt he bears, is like it was him.

“I’m sorry, babe.” I run my fingers through his hair.

“I’m so sorry that you lost your friend. But you have to know, it’s not your fault. You didn’t pull that trigger. You can’t take the blame for what that monster did.”

“But I should’ve known. I was leading my men into a war zone. I should’ve made them wear vests and sent in a drone first. I shouldn’t have let my guard down. God, I miss him. I miss him so damn much.”

He pulls me close, nuzzling into the side of my neck, and I feel the pain seeping out of him.

Rocking through his shoulders.

The tears of his sadness hitting my skin, making me wish I could take his pain away.

But there’s nothing anyone can say or do to change what happened.

They were all grown men, yet somehow Sean thinks it was his job to protect them all.

No matter how hard he tries, he’s not Superman.

“I bet they miss you,” I say, rubbing my hands over his hair, along his neck.

Tracing over the black ink on his skin, the markings of his life.

“I know how much I did. I missed you so much, Sean. There wasn’t a single day that went by that I didn’t think of you. That I didn’t wish for you to come back to me.” His head lifts, and when I see his tear-streaked face, his pained eyes, there’s no denying the truth.

I’m still so in love with him.

“I never stopped loving you,” I breathe the words I never thought I’d be able to say, the words I never wanted to admit.

But it’s the undeniable truth.

I feel it so deeply.

And... I’m ready to move on from the past. Ready to leave the hurt behind.

Whatever we did, the mistakes we made, it’s time to learn from them and grow, let them make us stronger instead of tear us down.

And it’s time to stop punishing both of our hearts.

“I want to give us a chance, Sean. I guess what I’m saying is I’d like to be more than friends.”

“Baby.” He sits up, reaching for my cheeks, searching my eyes frantically for signs of deception, but it’s the truth.

He’s the only one who’s ever owned my heart, and there’s not going to be anyone else.

I gave up hoping years ago that I could find something to outmatch what we had.

That I could fall in love again.

But there’s only one Sean in this world.

“Mark my words, babe, you will never live to regret this. On my life and on my honor, I vow to spend every day making up for what I did. There will never be another moment where I give you a reason to doubt your trust in me. To doubt my love. I promise you, Kensy, I’m yours. There never was and never will be anyone else for me. You’re my heart, baby. Have been since I was that sad little boy.”

For the last eight years, it’s all I wanted to hear.

The loneliness… the sadness…

the anger… it all starts to slip away, unlocking the tight grip it had around my heart and leaving the feeling of happiness in its place.

A feeling almost too good to be true.

Almost too good to trust. But, I want to trust it.

More than anything, I want to trust him.

Though, I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of me that’s still afraid.

But it’s a fear I desperately want to overcome.

His hands grip my hair, tipping my head, and his lips fuse to mine, kissing me so deeply I feel it in my toes.

His tongue licks against mine like it’s memorizing every inch.

The fireworks are exploding, just like the first time our lips connected all those years ago.

Just like they did every time we kissed.

There was never a slow sizzle of warmth, a cozy tingle shared between us; it was always electric and explosive.

Even more so now.

My body is already firing off, tingling with expectation.

Already aching for him.

I rub against his hard bulge, but it’s not enough.

I need him inside me.

Need to feel the connection.

“Please, Sean. I want you.”

He slips away and I’ve never seen his eyes this dark.

He looks as feral as the wild animals that lurk in the forest surrounding us.

I reach for the hem of my shirt, slipping it over my head.

My body heats even more when his stare drops to my breasts and a groan rumbles from his chest. His tongue slowly slides over his bottom lip like he can barely control the hunger.

“Do you want a taste?” I run my fingers up over my plump flesh, sucking in a gasp when my fingers close around my nipples.

My panties get soaked as the tingles start to radiate outward.

“I’ll make you a deal. You put that big cock inside me, and I’ll let you suck on them.”

Another growl has my pussy clenching as if he were already buried inside.

He starts to undress, making quick work of removing both of our clothes.

When his big cock springs free, I realize there’s something I want first. I slide down to my knees and drop my head forward, stealing a taste of him.

Getting reacquainted with the very dick I gave my virginity to.

It’s been so long since I’ve had him in my mouth.

But it’s just like I remember.

Manly and bold and potent.

I need more.

My tongue runs up his smooth veins, trailing right up to the little spot under his crown.

The one that makes his hips jerk when I kiss it.

I do it again and again.

A steady flicker over the spot and his growls and grunts grow louder and louder.

Finally, I take mercy on him and suck him between my lips.

Drawing him to the back of my mouth, letting it tickle my throat.

I open up wider, driving down harder to take all of him.

“Fuck, babe. No one’s ever been able to take me whole like you. So…fucking…good.”

As much as I don’t want the reminder of him with other women, I like knowing that none of them were able to satisfy him like me.

Back when we were eighteen, I learned his body like I was learning how to read.

Seeking out every spot that made the cum leak from the end of his dick.

Learning how tight and fast he liked it.

How much pressure to apply.

Learning that he likes his balls played with, and if I run my fingers right back up to his puckered spot…

“Fuck, baby.” His dick thrusts in deeper down my throat and his hands grip my hair tighter.

“Goddamn, it’s so good.”

I grin around his thick girth, feeling pride in making him so on edge.

When I apply a little more pressure in the rear, he tugs me off.

“Need you on me now, babe. I want this load up inside you. I need to mark what’s mine.”

He’s taking away my fun, but my body is too overwrought with need.

I eagerly climb onto his lap, desperate to feel the connection and have our bodies sewn together in the most intimate way.

“I want you to know, baby, that I’m safe. I haven’t been with anyone in over two years, and I’ve got a clean bill of health. Just in case you were worried.”

I should’ve been.

It’s stupid of me not to have even given it a thought.

But I’ve been too caught up in the pleasure.

It’s good to know he’s safe.

Really good to know that he hasn’t had sex in that long.

If it weren’t for the look in his eyes, I’d struggle to believe that.

That means he gave up fucking the sweetbutts too.

“I’m clean and I have an IUD. Just in case you were worried.”

He shakes his head.

“I wasn’t. If you got pregnant, I’d be the happiest man alive. But I also know we should take things slow. In time though, I want nothing more than to put a baby inside you.”

I lift my hips over his lap and lower myself down, even more turned on from him talking about kids.

My folds part as he starts to push inside.

A moan is pulled right from my lips as my body pulls him deeper.

The stretch is one of the best feelings I’ve ever felt.

Every inch of me feels the pressure as he slowly slides in.

My walls are already tightening around him, clenching to seal the pleasure that’s building within.

This is going to be over too fast.

“God, babe. You’re still just as tight as the first time I took you.”

That’s because there haven’t been too many since him.

The few times I tried, I felt sick after.

Like I’d cheated on my heart.

So, when I say it’s been a dry eight years, I mean it’s been barren.

“Nothing has ever felt so good,” he groans.

“You’re so wet. I already feel you dripping down my balls.”

And I’m getting wetter as I watch the pleasure tighten around his eyes.

I sink down the rest of the way, my head falling back on my shoulders as the weight of the pleasure grows too heavy.

It feels too good. Every sensitive nerve ending is being rubbed back and forth as he begins to pump.

Rocking us together.

Slow and steady. My head lifts and our eyes connect, and it’s there.

The look I remember.

The one he gave me the first time he told me how much he loved me.

It was the most perfect moment of my life.

But this one… this one feels even more powerful.

This one feels like my childhood dream is about to be realized.

“Never thought I could love anyone this much. You are the blood that fuels my veins, Kensington. I bleed you, baby. God, you’re in my fucking soul.”

My body crests right over the edge, the power of his words taking me under.

I come so hard, I lose my balance.

The scream of his name echoing off the cliff and into the cascade of the thunderous water.

My own waterfall is flowing down his shaft.

And he’s diving into the plunge with me, pumping his warm seed into my womb and groaning his reverence over and over as his body shudders beneath me.

Our bodies settle, but he keeps me locked on his lap.

Wrapped in his tight embrace.

And we hold each other.

Watching the sun set.

Listening to the waterfall.

His big arms tucking me close.

Making me feel safe and loved.

And happy. I’m happier than I’ve been in years.

Calm. Weightless. This time feels different.

This time feels like it’s the start of the rest of our lives.