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The cold tile hit my back, but before I could voice anything at all, he pushed his erection to the entrance of my pussy, and advanced inside of me.

My mouth dropped open into an O, and he took advantage of that, too, by placing his mouth on mine.

He swallowed the scream that came in the next instant when he pushed so far into me that I felt impaled, and continued to hold his mouth there while he took me roughly.

His cock inside of me felt like he was finally home, and though it burned where I stretched around him, I would do it over and over again just to feel it.

Because feeling it now cemented the fact that he wasn't a figment of my imagination. That he wasn't some specter that I'd made up just to make me feel better.

My hands ran down Tunnel's shoulders.

No, this man was alive and very well. Rougher and darker than he used to be, yes, but any less Tunnel? No. He was perfect.

"Please," I mewled, urging him faster.

He didn't change his pace, or give any indication that he heard me, or even cared, but Tunnel never had listened to me. He had his own agenda when it came to my pleasure, and I'd get mine when he was damn good and ready to give it.

His gaze connected with mine, and I knew he was feeling the effects of our joining just as strongly as I was.

"Tunnel," I breathed. "Please."

He growled.

My eyes closed.

And then he started to fuck me in earnest. He pounded away inside of me, the tiled wall at my back steadying me against his unyielding thrusts. I took everything he had, and then some, and he looked so goddamn intense that it was nearly too hard to watch.

"Oh, fuck, baby," he said to me. "You undo me."

He undid me right freakin' back.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he grated out. "I want to wrap your pretty face with my hands and never let you go."

A tear formed at the corner of my eye.

"I love you, Tun."

He pressed closer. Mere millimeters separated our faces now as he gave me all that he had to give.

"I will work for the rest of my life to make sure that you and our baby girl are safe," he explained to me. "I will suffer. I will give up anything. Anything at all that guarantees that you live and do it happy and healthy." 

"Happy," I breathed. "I finally remember what that feels like."

Then I exploded and took him right along with me.





Chapter 19


Nobody told me being a mother was just being a tiny person's snack bitch.

-Meme

Mina

I opened the car door of my SUV and grinned at my girl.

"Hey, baby," I called to her. "How was your day?"

She pursed her lips. "It was okay. Evidence is not my favorite thing in the world to search for. I just wish we could give the death sentence to people that we know did wrong things."

I stifled a laugh.

"What about if that person isn't guilty?" I questioned her.

She shrugged.

Just like her father.

"What's for dinner?" she pressed, ignoring my question.

"I was thinking a sandwich," I said. "Sound okay?"

She shrugged. "I'd rather the leftovers from last night."

I didn't offer those because Tunnel and I had finished the rest of the enchiladas that I'd made for dinner last night during round one of reunion   sex and round two.

"You can help me make some tamales when we get home," I offered. "But I ate the leftovers for lunch."

She huffed into a groan of disappointment. "I don't like tamales."

But your father does.

I couldn't say that either, though.

Not yet.

We'd discussed it earlier, and we'd both agreed that we couldn't tell Sienna about Tunnel until the threat of the truth getting to someone else was gone or this entire thing was over.

And right now, the case against Tunnel's parents was still very much a large problem for us, and we weren't going to expose our daughter to that. Hopefully not at all.

The moment I pulled into our driveway, five minutes later, I wasn't surprised to find Tunnel sitting on the dirt outside of his trailer, holding a beer.

"Mommy, that's our neighbor," Sienna said confidently. "He's very nice. I like him."

That made my heart happy.

She didn't know the significance of her liking him, but I did.

See, Sienna was picky when it came to people she was around. If you weren't a member of the club or a teacher of hers, then this girl probably wasn't going to like you.

She seriously detested all new people, and Josh had been no different.

I made a little finger wave at him before I got out of the car, and his lips twitched.

"You should invite him over for dinner," she said authoritatively. "He always eats sandwiches."

I knew that.

I'd watched him, too.

That was why I wanted to make him some tamales.

I hated the fact that he had to eat a sandwich.