Page 268 of A Lick and A Promise

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Being home with my (two) guys.

Knox had just finished lavishing pretty much every inch of my body with attention.

It was time to return the favor.

He agreed, since he let me roll him, and then with fingers, lips, tongue, even my nose, I covered every inch of him, from his delicious mouth to his strong jaw, his neck, his throat, his collarbone, his pecs, nipples (you get me).

I was dipping into the dents in his abs when he put his hands under my arms and dragged me up his body while he sat up.

I straddled him.

He reached between us to position his cock.

I settled down so he could fill me.

He filled me.

Perfect.

“This getting to know each other better thing is great,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he agreed, gliding his hands up my back.

I started moving.

We started kissing.

Outside, the waves lapped against the shore.

I had no idea why I fought this vacation with my man.

It was totally worth Raye turning Jacques bougie.

It was worth everything.

Two weeks later…

We all stood on the sidewalk opposite what was left of Head Southwest.

By “we,” I meant everyone.

The Avenging Angels.

The Hottie Squad.

All the Rock Chicks.

Most of the Hot Bunch.

Tito. Tex. Nancy. Dream. Byron. Mom. Dad. Titus. Alexis. Bill. Zach. Linda. Martha. (Okay, most everyone from Oasis Square.) Jinx, her man Noah. Duane and all our girls from the diner. The Kevster.

We could just say, Annette and The Kevster put on one helluva opening.

Just sayin’: Ritz crackers and squirtable cheese.

And that was even before the place was firebombed.

The firemen were rolling up their hoses.

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