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I reached between our bodies and used my fingers to stimulate my sensitized clit.

A few more hard thrusts of Brock’s cock, and I saw stars.

My climax ripped through me until I was screaming out with my release.

“Brock!” I cried out as my core clenched around his cock.

He groaned. “You milk me so damn good.”

I watched as my man threw his head back and found his own release, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

He rolled off my body and pulled me against him in a tangle of arms and legs as we recovered.

It took a while for my heart to slow and my breathing to calm down.

“Definitely better memories,” I said in a teasing, breathless voice in the middle of my recovery.

Brock simply wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly, like he never wanted to let me go.

Chapter 25

Brock

“When is Jenna leaving?” Nate asked at the festival the next afternoon.

My woman was shopping for mandala stones at Sara’s stall, and Nate and I were sampling the cider not far from the booths.

I’d already loaded a ton of apples into my Range Rover, wondering how many damn pies she was planning on making before she left.

“She made her plane reservation this morning,” I grumbled. “She’s leaving Wednesday.”

Nate shot me a sympathetic look. “Just a few more days. How are you feeling about that?”

One of the good things about Nate was that he knew when to stop joking around and be a supportive friend.

“I feel like shit,” I said truthfully. “Rationally, I know there’s no reason that she shouldn’t go home. Her anxiety about the kidnapping is improving. She’s not seeing shadows and she’ll continue her counseling in California. All her physical injuries are healed. She was born and raised in Southern California. She’s lived there all her life. But I still don’t like her being there alone. I know I need to suck it up. We’ll be in contact every day, and she’s coming back for the holidays.”

Hell, I wasn’t sure I’d last that long without seeing my woman.

This long-distance relationship was going to kill me.

Jenna was mine, and I didn’t want her in another damn state.

What if she got sick?

What if she got injured?

What if she needed me?

Fucking hell!

She’d survived thirty-two years without me.

I couldn’t rush her.

She had responsibilities and a demanding career.

I took a sip of my cider, wishing it was a cup of strong coffee.