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entire shaft. This might not be the most romantic moment in the world, but I wanted to
say it when it felt right to say it, and shit, this is it. Not exactly the best story to tell to
friends and family, but it's raw and open, and that's what I'm gonna do.
Amy lifts the vibrator up to her face and presses the end of the wand against her cheek.
 Fucking Christ! I scream, pulling her hair hard, my hips bucking uncontrollably as I
come, shooting my load deep inside her throat. The vibration from Amy's ugly ass toy
unravels me from head to toe, and I end up stumbling back, shaking and sweating and
hornier than a hound dog in heat.  The hell you learn to do that?
Amy flicks the switch on the vibrator, setting it gently on the floor and wiping her lips
daintily with the fabric of her T-shirt. Her skin is pink all over, and her eyes rimmed with
dark desire, hooded with lust. She stares up at me with her blue eyes.
 From a book.
Alright, that's it. I'm done being a gentleman. I stalk forward, lift Amy up under the arm
pits and sweep the rest of the shit we bought onto the floor.
 Lay back, Miss Cross, and I'll teach you a thing or two.
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Amy
 Like what? I ask as Austin reaches down and slides his hands up my belly. He rips my
shirt off and grabs a black lacy bra from the floor.
 Like what turns me into a fucking madman. Put this on. He gives me a pair of panties,
too  a thong. I stare at the bits of fabric like I've never seen the likes of them before. Me,
Amy Cross, wearing lingerie? It's such an odd thought. I try not to let out any nervous
laughter.
 I think I just figured that out, didn't I? Did you like the vibrator? I smile when he
growls, ripping his pants off but leaving his boots on. Oh, and the shirt comes off, too.
There he is, Austin Sparks in all his glory, cock still wet from my saliva, the Triple M
tattoo on his hip stark against his tense muscles.
 You can't do that to a man, not when he's about to say I love you.
I freeze, like a deer caught in the headlights of my daddy's truck.
 What? My voice is a whisper, my body a string, pulled so taut I can't even breathe. It
doesn't help that my pussy is clenching tight around the dildo, still stuck deep inside of
me, grinding against my sweet spots when I move.
 You can't just spring that crazy shit on me when I'm gearing up for the biggest moment
of my fucking life. Tears come then, even though they're silly, even though this is such
an arbitrary matter in the scheme of things. Austin does love me, I know that. And I love
him. And we're having a baby together, so why does this matter so much? But it does. It
really, really does.  Amy, he says, stepping closer, touching his fingers to my chin. Our
eyes meet, and even though he's naked and erect, and my body is quaking with need, filled
up but wanting more, I find myself thinking this is quite romantic. Our moment doesn't
occur in a candlelit grove or during a fancy dinner at a French bistro, or on the top of the
Empire Statement at midnight, but it does happen. It happens so fast that I don't even
realize what's going on at first, that our souls are twining and twisting into one, binding
us together forever. Romance isn't defined by the place or the time or even the words that
are spoken, it's defined by the feeling, the sense that you would do anything  anything 
for this person and that they'd do anything for you.
I finally find my own words, separate from my books, from Sali Bend, from my mother.
My words. Mine. To go perfectly alongside my Austin and his.
 I love you, Amy Cross. I think I have from the moment I first met you. I was just too
stupid to realize it, too scared to care this much, try this hard. But I'm gettin' my shit
together, and I promise you this: as long as I'm alive and breathing, I will fight through
fire to be with you. I will climb mountains. Austin uses his thumbs to wipe the tears
from my cheeks.  I will ride through deserts. He pauses and tries to smile at me. My [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]