I reach across and rest my hand on her thigh. “You did amazing.”
“But Lorenzo was weird.”
“I know. Don’t worry about him.”
“I can see you’re worried.”
I give her hand a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry about me.”
“But I do.”
“You can make me feel better when we get home.” That makes her smile.
“Maybe I can get a head start.” Her perfectly manicured fingers run over the zipper of my pants and she strokes my dick.
“Do you feel better?” She massages the growing bulge and strokes me harder when I groan, giving her an answer to her question.
“Much.”
“Good, there will be more where that came from when we get back.” She giggles.
With that promise, I accelerate and get home in record time. The moment I park up on the drive, I lift her out of the car and lay her over the hood. Then I fuck her right there.
I’m not usually selfish, but tonight I can’t help but be grateful I have Megan all to myself. She’s all mine too for the next few days while Knox and Levi are on business trips.
I keep her with me pretty much all the time and we fuck every chance we get like we’re possessed.
It’s only when I’m away days later that I realize the truth of why I feel so complete when I’m with her.
It’s because I’m in love with her.
Nothing is clearer or truer. I love her, and I’m looking forward to making her my wife.