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  We reach one of the benches and I place our drinks down carefully. I just had to pick the fucking wobbly table.

  Before I have a chance to move us to one of the others, she gingerly sits down on the opposite side to me, placing her hands in front of her on the table.

  “I don’t bite, sweetheart. Not unless you ask.” I wink at her.

  “Hilarious. I just need a clear head around you to even hold a conversation,” she quips back, an eyebrow raised in defiance.

  “Point taken.” I sit and take a long pull of my beer. Motherfucking heaven. The cold liquid runs down my dry throat, floating nicely into my stomach. I moan in appreciation, and I feel Lauren’s eyes on me, eyeing my chest flexing under my white, button-down shirt. “Like what you see, babe?”

  “I’ve seen better,” she retorts, picking her drink up and taking a tentative sip.

  I stare at her with my mouth open in shock. Did she really just say that?

  “Didn’t hear you complaining a few months back.”

  “Touché,” she laughs. “Okay, yeah, I like what I see. I just didn’t feel like giving your ego a boost is all.”

  This made me laugh out loud. And I mean full-belly laughing. “You’re too funny. I don’t have an ego.”

  She just gives me a sarcastic look before taking another drink from her glass.

  Calming down, I prop my head up with my hand. “So, how have you been?”

  “Okay, I guess. I have horrible nightmares, but they seem to be dying down now,” she assures me, lowering her head. Shame? No idea why.

  “Look at me,” I tell her. Once she’s raised her head, I continue, “Why do you look ashamed? Hell, after what you went through, I’d be surprised if you didn’t have nightmares. I know I would have.” I stroke my free hand down her cheek, her soft, porcelain skin cool under my touch.

  Her eyes flutter closed at the contact. I know she’s missed me, I can tell by the wistful look on her face, her breathing uneven, and this has my dick rock-fucking-solid at the thought of having this woman again. Fuck, I’ve missed her so bad.

  “I’ve missed you, Lauren,” I whisper, rubbing my thumb along her full bottom lip.

  “I’ve missed you too,” she claims, barely audible mind you, but I heard it.

  I stand and lean over the table. Placing my lips over hers, I brush my mouth lightly against hers. It’s not long before the kiss turns hot and steamy. I place both hands on the sides of her face to hold her in place as I fuck her mouth with my tongue.

  Fuck me, I’ve missed this. My dick is straining painfully against the zipper of my jeans, and I pull back, placing one last peck on her swollen lips before seating myself back down. I wiggle around, trying to get myself comfy. I look up and see Lauren touching her swollen mouth with her fingertips, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. Her cheeks have a rosy glow to them and her eyes are smiling. Heat warms my chest at her perfection. To me, this girl is my world, my woman and motherfucking perfection personified.

  “You okay there, sweetheart?” I question, crossing my arms on the table in front of me.

  “More than okay,” she announces, before clamping her mouth shut. By the shocked look on her face, I don’t think she meant to say that out loud.

  I down the rest of my Bud, placing the empty bottle in the trashcan by the table. “Want another drink?”

  “Sure,” she replies, a more prominent smile upon her face.

  I stand and swing my legs over the bench seat before walking to the opposite side to assist Lauren. I hold my hand out to her and my heart warms when she takes it without hesitation.

  My lips are still tingling after the mind-blowing kiss that Champ gave me outside an hour ago, they feel bruised from the passion he put behind it. Not that I’m complaining, the man is a fucking God. A blond Adonis who sets my body on fire whenever he’s near.

  Alexis and I have been dancing for the last half hour, the music choice is eccentric, random and fun all in one. I’m having an amazing time, but I feel the drinks going to my head. I’ve lost count on how many Champ has bought me. Is the dude trying to get me drunk? Not bothered even if he is trying to.

  As we’re dancing, I notice Cobra coming up behind Alexis, and suddenly I feel hands caressing my hips. I turn my head to the right, inclining it to see who it is being so bold and am rewarded with Champ’s megawatt smile beaming back at me.

  Now it’s time to show this man what he’s been missing. I shake my hips to the beat, grinding bravely against the hard ridge of his jeans. He hisses in my ear, gripping my hips a little bit tighter.

  I put my hands in the air and shake what my momma gave me, and the moan he produces in my ear has my panties instantly wet. Fuck. I think I’ll be the one in trouble if I carry this on.

  I bend slightly at the waist and twerk into his groin, and soon I’m being pulled up straight and swung around to face him. He grips my hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head to his liking before smashing his lips onto mine. His other arm snakes around my waist, his hand palming my ass in a possessive grasp.

  I moan languidly into his open mouth, my hands clutching the shirt, anchoring myself to him.

  “Fuck,” he rasps when he finally pulls away. “Fuck. I’m speechless.”

  “There’s a first for everything.” I chuckle at him. I made him this way. I’m the one that got him to lose control in front of everyone. Me. And that makes me feel powerful. Some of my old confidence is pouring back in, causing my chest to warm and clearing my head of the cobwebs that have receded in its wake.

  “I want you so bad right now, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear, nipping at my ear lobe lightly before licking away the sting.

  I melt a little, the sensations it’s causing my body are indescribable. My mind is attempting to slip me into the same routine as before I left. But, am I ready to jump back into his bed? Am I ready for him to take me to places only he can? I bite my lip, lost in thought.

  “Sweetheart, you keep that up, and I won’t be to blame for my actions.” His voice has turned husky, seductive, and the fluttering in my stomach lets me know I want him too.

  “Then what are you waiting for, Champ? You’re usually a man of little words...” I trail off, looking him up and down, coming to rest back on his striking eyes. “And more action.” I lick my lips for good measure.

  “Woman, you are going to be the end of me,” he grumbles. He takes my hand in a firm hold and drags me off toward the bedrooms.

  I kind of stumble behind him, trying to keep my feet on the ground and moving forward at the same time. “Champ! Seriously, slow down! Shit!” I exclaim as I lose a shoe.

  He stops suddenly, and I crash into his back, falling right on my ass in the middle of the hallway. Ouch. “You’ve got to be shitting me. What the fuck?” I shout at him, sitting there with heated cheeks. Both sets of cheeks I might add.

  He turns around and looks down at me, sitting on my butt with tears of embarrassment in my eyes. “Oh shit. Sorry, Lauren.” After laughing at me, he helps me up, hauling me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. “This will be quicker.”

  “Are you actually being serious? Put me down!” I pummel his sexy ass with my fists. I hate being lifted, and the slight pain still residing in my healing scars sharpens where my belly is pushing into his shoulder. “You’re hurting my fucking scars!” I shout into his lower back, tears running up into my hairline. Being upside down will have my mascara running up my forehead. Right now, I’m far from amused.

  He puts me down in a rush and checks me over with his eyes and with his hands on my shoulders. “Shit, babe, I didn’t realize they still hurt you.”

  “Only a little. My doctor thinks it’s more psychological than actual pain. But I feel it, nonetheless.” I wipe at my forehead, removing any evidence of the moisture that fell from my eyes. “I bet I look like a mess now, don’t I?”

  “You look as beautiful as you always do, baby girl.” He places a soft, chaste kiss on my mouth before leadi
ng us down passed a few doors before we reach his room.

  I follow him in, butterflies suddenly fluttering in my tummy, bouncing off the walls. It’s been too long since Champ and I have been intimate, and with my scars marring my abdomen, I’m feeling like a nervous wreck.

  Champ notices my lack of enthusiasm and asks, “Are you okay, sweetheart? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He rubs his hands up and down my chilled arms in a soothing manner, looking directly into my eyes.

  “No, no. It’s cool. I’m just a little nervous if I’m honest. It’s been a while and all.” I inhale a few gulps of air to fill constricted lungs that my chest is squeezing, and I swallow with difficulty down my dry throat.

  “I’ll make you feel good, baby, I promise.” He backs me up against the now closed door and kisses me like his life depends on it. Holding the sides of my head to keep me in place, he grinds his erection into my belly. My core heats and clenches, my fluids soak my panties.

  It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been apart, the sensual feelings he evokes will never cease to exist. I run my hands over his smooth abs, reaching behind him and grabbing his delectable ass. Even in jeans you can feel how firm his backside is. This makes me hotter, and I’m soon grinding up against him.

  He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his trim waist. Keeping our lips locked, he carries me to the bed, depositing me on it before he falls on top of me, adjusting his body so his weight isn’t crushing me.

  One of his hands glides up my side, tickling me in a sensuous way, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin. He strokes the underside of my right breast, sending heat coursing throughout my system. Jesus. A simple touch and I’m about ready to combust.

  He pulls my dress down passed my breasts, effectively lifting them a notch. Pinching my nipple softly, he groans when I moan loudly, my head thrown back in euphoria. The pleasure coursing through my body has me heated all over, a light sheen of sweat coating my skin.

  His lips peck mine before making their way across my jaw to the sensitive spot behind my ear as he languidly makes his way down my neck to my collarbone. The sensations are incredible. Shit, I’ve missed this so much.

  Taking a nipple in his moist mouth makes me moan louder, arching my back off the bed, trying to get closer to him. I hold his head to me as he nibbles and licks his way across my chest to the other nipple. All my nerves feel like they’re on fire, licking flames across my body. I’m surprised my panties haven’t disintegrated with how wet they are.

  His hands skims over my hip in a loving caress, making his way to the edge of my dress. He gives my leg a gentle squeeze before his hand disappears between the juncture of my thighs.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me,” he groans, his eyes dark with desire.

  “Mmmm,” is the only response I’m capable of at this moment while pleasure shoots in every direction, sparking a knot in my belly in anticipation of what’s to come.

  Gently, he pushes a finger inside my pulsing pussy, my walls clamping around him. Fuck that feels damn good.

  “Jesus, the noises you make are giving me blue balls,” he announces on another groan. He adds another finger, and I moan in pleasure. Curling his fingers, he pushes on my sweet spot, sending a shiver through my body. Jesus H. Christ, that feels so damn good.

  “I need you in me, Champ, please!” I shout out as another shiver wracks my body.

  “All in good time, sweetheart.” I can hear the smirk in his voice.

  He pulls my dress down my body one handed. Skilled? Yes. In more ways than one.

  Finally managing to remove my dress after finding the zipper and removing his fingers, he moves down my body, placing light kisses upon my skin. I writhe around on the bed, my core pulsing at the thought of what’s next.

  He kisses each scar on my abdomen, which causes tears to prick at the corners of my eyes. I swallow around the fresh lump in my throat, choking them back. This is not the time to cry, Lauren, I think to myself.

  He grips my hips, pushing me in the mattress to keep me still. I can feel his warm breath over my pussy, and I clench around the two fingers he pushes back inside me. Heat ignites my skin. He places a small kiss over my mound before sucking my clit into his gloriously talented mouth. Shitting hell this is good. I moan shamelessly, grabbing a handful of bed sheets in each hand.

  His tongue flicks my bud in quick strokes, making my toes curl. I feel the tingle at the base of my spine, a sure sign of my impending orgasm. My vaginal walls quiver as my release comes closer, and Champ flicks his tongue faster and circles his wrist to increase the pleasure.

  My walls clamp down around his fingers, as I come spectacularly around them. Blinding light shoots behind my eyes, and I scream his name into oblivion. He sucks my clit harder, prolonging my orgasm. Will this ever stop? If it continues much longer, I’ll pass out from the erotic pleasure and sensual emotional overload I’m experiencing.

  He removes his fingers and I’m instantly feeling the loss. His mouth is next to move away, leaving my bud pulsing in place. The coldness of the air sweeps in, making me shiver.

  “Are you ready for me, Lauren?” His voice, deep, husky and sexy as hell, makes him hard to resist.

  “Yes, baby. Fuck me hard,” I force out through gritted teeth.

  “Fucking hell, woman. You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.” His eyes close, and he takes a few deep breaths. Climbing off the bed in a hasty retreat, he removes his shirt and jeans in one fluid motion.

  His cocks bounces in the air; hard, thick and seeping with pre-cum. The overhead lights set a gleam to the piercing at the head of it. Holy hotness! I can’t remember how that thing managed to even fit inside me. I see the vein on the underside pulsing with eagerness. Butterflies flutter in my stomach at the thought of the intense feeling of completion I will get when he finally enters me.

  He grabs a foil packet from the drawer in the bedside table, hurriedly rolling it on before climbing back on top of me, his large form looming over me. A sexy side smile appears on his face as he peruses mine.

  “Ready for me, sweetheart?”

  I blink at him, swallowing the sudden nervousness trying to settle in me. Quickly nodding my head in confirmation, I reach down for his dick as his hips lower and press it against my slick opening.

  A rush of heat envelopes me as the first few inches of his erection enters me. I sigh in contented bliss once he’s buried to the hilt.

  I look at his face, a pained expression forming; he’s holding back. “Don’t hold back, Champ,” I whisper against his enticing lips. “I need you as much as you need me.”

  “Fuck!” he roars, pulling out most of the way and slamming back in, his piercing tickling my insides.

  I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to get as close as possible to him. My hands grab at his ass, pushing him deep into me. He circles his hips and his dick pushes against my G-spot, pleasure soaring through my body.

  The noises I’m making don’t sound attractive to me, but the look on Champ’s face tells me my moans and mewls are turning him on that much more.

  “Harder!” I scream at him, my nails embedding themselves into his firm, delectable ass cheeks.

  A feral growl sounds deep in his throat and he pumps faster, thrusting so hard the bed shifts on the carpeted floor and bangs against the wall.

  “Baby, I’m going to come,” I breathlessly confess. Fucking feels amazing!

  The tingling sensation all over my body starts to become too much and I come as waves of pleasure course through my body, sweat covering my skin. I shout his name; scream it even, as I dig my nails further into his ass.

  “That shit was fucking hot. I’m so close, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear.

  Four thrusts later, he buries himself deep inside me, stilling as his come pours into the latex condom. He whispers my name in my ear, and I feel the love bloom in my chest. I still love this man, maybe more than I did before I left.

  He rolls off to the side, throwi
ng an arm over his face. “Goddamn, woman, that was amazing!” he professes, blowing out a release of air.

  I giggle, turning on my side to look at him. His sweaty forehead shines, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, and hair sticking up in all directions makes me laugh.

  “What’s so funny, babe?” He peeks an eye out from underneath his arm, peering at me with a squint.

  “Your hair,” I say, pointing at his head.

  “Har har, that is so funny. Maybe you should go look in the mirror, sweetheart. Yours looks like a rats’ nest!” his voice raises the longer he tries to hold in his laughter.

  I throw a scowl at him before climbing out of bed and dart to the bathroom. I squeal when I see myself in the mirror. Hair tangled in a just fucked look, my carefully applied makeup is running down my face with my sweat, and my lips are swollen and bruised. I have a nice rosy glow on my cheeks from the heat and the pleasure. Only Champ can cause me to look like this and still not run for the hills.

  Leaning over the bathroom sink, I splash water on my face to try and wash away the running mascara. I scrub my eyes and face ‘til my face shines, makeup free.

  I find a comb in his cabinet above the sink and mirror. Thank God. I quickly, and with a struggle, brush out the knots. Once it’s back to it’s normal self, I leave the bathroom to find Champ getting dressed into his jeans and shirt.

  “Get dressed, sweetheart. Alexis will be wondering where you are.” He smiles at me from across the room. It’s full of love and makes my insides warm and fuzzy.

  I hurriedly put my dress and shoes back on and wait patiently for Champ to finish in the bathroom.

  “You could of gone on out, babe,” he tells me as he re-enters the bedroom.

  “I don’t want to take the walk of shame by myself, thank you very much,” I quip back, raising a brow to emphasize my point.

  Laughing and shaking his head, he asks, “Are you ashamed that you slept with me, Lauren?”

  “What? No! You know what I meant, stop being such an ass.” I slap him on the arm playfully once he’s close enough.