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“I love you,” she whispers and I can hardly hear her over the shouts of the people watching.

Good, let them watch. Let them see that this woman is mine, just like she was always meant to be. I look into her eyes before I kiss her and then bury my face in her neck. I want to take her home and make love to her all over again, but we can’t leave just yet.

“I can’t believe you restored the car. How? When?” I place her on her feet and she walks over to the Mustang, running her hand across the door. She turns to face me and cocks her head to the side with a sad look in her eyes. “He would have been so proud of you.”

I put my hand on my chest because it feels like I’ve been hit, but in a good way.

“He would have been proud of you too, babe.” I pull her to me once again because I don’t want space between us.

Roxy and Mitch jump on the stage and we’re both almost knocked over with hugs.

“I can’t believe you pulled this off,” Roxy says as she holds Gemma tight.

“I can.” Mitch pats me on the back and then looks at the car. “She’s a beauty.”

I keep my eyes on Gemma and nod my head. “I know.”

“So when’s the big day?” Roxy looks between us and I nod to Gemma.

“Just as soon as she lets me.”

“Like anything could stop you.” Gemma winks at me and I wink back.

We spend most of the afternoon getting congratulated and posing for pictures next to the car. I sent an email to my agent this morning dissolving our contract and telling him I don’t want any more of the media. I’m good with working in my shop, taking cars to shows, and having my woman by my side. There’s nothing else I need or want from life and anything else good that comes my way is gravy.

“I’m ready to go home,” Gemma whispers to me when we finally get a moment alone.

“You got it, babe.” I pull her to me and nearly carry her out of the place in my rush to get her alone.

By the time we get back to the shop I’m too worked up to make it into the house. I end up laying her on the hood of a 1955 Chevy and yanking her shorts off. My cock is balls deep inside of her before she can say my name and I’m already working my thumb over her clit.

“Faster,” she whines as my cock slides in and out of her.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, speeding up and I feel her pussy squeeze around me.

She’s tight and hot as she grabs my wrists and works her hips up and down with me. We’re working together to get her off and with just the slightest touch to her pussy, she cries out and arches her back.

I feel the warmth of her release coat my cock and I grunt as I fall over the edge with her. I pull her to me with my dick still deep inside her and carry her into our place. Soon enough we’re going to have to get a house, but for now this will do. I want my lady to have the home of her dreams, but while it’s still just the two of us we don’t need much space.

“I love you,” I whisper as I place her on the bed while I lie on top of her. This time when I move my cock it’s slow and not as rushed. I plan on having her like this all night and I’m in no rush.

“I love you too,” she answers as I rub my nose against her. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I say, kissing her softly.

“All of it. Everything.” She places a hand on my cheek and I look into her eyes. “You’ve given me hope for the future.”

“Anything you want is yours, Gemma. Just so long as I have you.”

I kiss her again and this time it turns into more; it turns into forever.

Epilogue

Gemma

Two years later…

“This is bullshit.” Roxy pouts as I try and put lip stain on her.

It’s a normal Friday night here at the shop, but tonight I’m letting my hair down. Well, more down because I always wear it that way. We have a sitter and I’m going to cut loose. I’m not only old enough to drink but I’m not knocked up either. I’m ready to try this drinking thing again and tonight is going to end a whole lot differently than the first time.

The only problem is Roxy’s pregnant. “It’s contagious. You gave it to me.” She points to her giant baby bump that’s hardly showing. She’s small so it looks big in comparison. If I didn’t know any better I’d say it was fake. It looks like someone shoved a basketball under her shirt since it’s the only place you can tell she’s pregnant.


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