Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“You don’t forgive me,” he snarls, kissing me deeply, passionately. Sending my heart into a new rhythm. “I forgive you for being so goddamn beautiful. For turning my life upside down.”
I grin up at his ruggedly handsome face, feeling my orgasm rising up inside me. Already?
“Thank you.”
The corner of his mouth twists up. “You’re welcome.”
My mouth drops open as his manhood flexes inside me. Such deep penetration, like there’s no end to his length. Even the truck is shaking on its shocks with every thrust he delivers.
A happiness grips me. Just like we broke in the garage when Cam took me on the floor of the office, now we’re going at it again right here in his workspace. This place is ours. His and mine. And it’s just the beginning too. Who knows where our future will take us?
“Do I feel good, Daddy?” I ask, arching my back and lifting my shirt so he can see my breasts. The feeling I get when his eyes rake over my body is divine. It makes me feel so special.
“Good?” He nearly laughs, his eyes narrowing. “That doesn’t even begin to cover it, baby. In fact, I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last.”
“It’s okay. Come in me, Daddy. I know you’ll fuck me again later.”
His mouth twists devilishly. He nods. “You’re goddamn right I will.”
Rough callused skin grazes across my nipple as Cam grabs my breast, reminding me of what kind of a man I am going to marry. His forehead presses against mine as his hips move faster and faster.
The delicious, sparkling build-up is occurring inside me again. My whole body is tingling as Daddy fucks me against the truck. Such a naughty pair we both are. And as I get closer and closer, I am more and more sure that this is right where I belong. With this man.
The rock on my finger clinks against the truck as I blast closer and closer to the edge, reminding me that I am owned by Daddy. Owned by my lover. His lips press against the soft skin of my neck, just below the ear, and he whispers, “Come for me. Let me feel that soft pussy tighten up on my cock.”
And that’s all it takes.
My back spasms, and I clamp down on Daddy’s pulsing rod. My hips buck and slam against his as I feel the first shot of his seed spray into me like hot heaven. I’m coming so hard, soaring up into space as my eyes roll back in my head and a moan escapes my lips, my core tight and everything between my legs squeezing, pulsing, gripping, holding him in so deep as he bottoms out inside me.
My heart aches with love. I got him back. And I reach up and wrap my arms around the neck of the man who I will obey forever. He groans hard and heavy, wrapped up in the pleasure of his own peak, holding me tightly and making sure not a single inch of him slides back out.
Slowly, the world stops spinning. He presses his lips against mine, and his hands frame my face like I’m the most precious painting in the world—something he almost lost and can’t believe he recovered.
“I almost lost you.” His eyes are glassy, filled with emotion. “But you’ll have both, Katie. College and the shop. And me. Everything.”
I smile, because I know it. Everything that matters is right here in this garage. I hold up my hand, showing him his ring. “That’s right.”
We stay locked together, his hand taking mine as he kisses me deeply. Then, he lifts me and carries me up into our apartment, our home. The starting point for the life that will come next.
The rest of the world operates on rules and limits, conventional wisdom about what you should do and what you shouldn’t. But here, we make our own choices. Our own rules. We define our own normal.
Cam tried to give me freedom, but I chose forever instead.
EPILOGUE
CAMERON
Three years later…
The garage hums with life, and not just the mechanical vibration of tools, but something else. Something organic. Three years ago, this place housed only grease and stains and my dreams of a potential future. Now it pulses with energy, littered with cars, real, and play.
Katie and Cam’s Automotive – Family Owned and Operated the sign exclaims outside, catching the sunlight of the day. It’s a vision I’m proud of, but it’s the sound from inside that owns me—my daughter Shelly’s giggle from the office, where she colors old invoices while Katie balances accounts.
True power, I’ve learned, is not just possession. It’s surrendering to someone small enough to fit in your arms, yet large enough to change your entire life.
Katie emerges from the office, her belly soft and round with our second child. Shelly skips out behind her. Not even three yet, and a bundle of energy and chaos. She has my eyes but Katie’s cheeks and mouth. She’ll grow up to be pretty, just like her mom, which already has me worrying. In one hand, she’s holding her little plastic wrench, already learning what Katie calls “Daddy’s trade.”