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  1. Forever Never
  2. Lucy Score
  3. Contents
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  59. Epilogue
  60. WANT MORE?
  61. Author’s Note to the Reader
  62. About the Author
  63. Acknowledgments
  64. Lucy’s Titles

One breath she was suspended somewhere between pleasure and pain, the next she was hurtling into the darkness as she erupted around him in the disorienting annihilation of her orgasm. He was her center, her anchor, tethering her to the pleasure that threatened to wreck her.

He grunted his pleasure, burying his face in her neck. “Good girl. I love you so fucking much.”

She couldn’t answer, couldn’t respond. So she did the only thing she could, closed around his shaft. He tensed against her, breath frozen in his lungs, energy stalling in his muscles. She felt his release in her very depths. The hot shock as he let it loose inside her, spurting in agonized ecstasy. It was a miracle. An art form. A joining that could never be undone no matter how far she ran away. No matter how much he denied it. They were forever linked by this act.

“Remington!” he shouted.

Every muscle in her body participated in the detonation even as he continued to plunder, to curse her, to both treasure and torture her.

As he poured himself into her, he continued to fuck her through her own never-ending release. He whispered the words over and over again. “I love you. I love you.”

She held on to him tight, wrapping her arms around him and holding on. He’d gone and done it again. Broken her fucking heart, but this time it was different. This time she had the truth. She just didn’t know what to do with it.

He thought she’d used him. Thought she’d drift out of his life like his mother had. It devastated her. And pissed her off. Long minutes later, she was still in a puddle of confusion and physical satisfaction on the floor when Brick got to his feet. He was still half-hard, a feat that defied biology.

“Lock the door behind me,” he said as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“Are you serious? You’re leaving?”

“I told you. This was the last time. Lock the fucking door, Remington.”

She managed to maneuver herself into a sitting position just in time to watch him walk out her door without a backward glance.

41

Two nights later, after much soul searching and a near nervous breakdown, Remi juggled bags and her pride as she climbed the porch steps to Brick’s house. The porch light cast a welcoming glow she was certain wouldn’t be reflected by the owner.

Heart heavy, belly nervous, she pressed the doorbell and waited.

She heard his heavy tread as he approached the door and blew out a breath. Had they broken up? Had they ever been together?

The door swung open, and she found herself staring up at an unhappy man mountain.

He looked miserable, exhausted like he hadn’t slept since their fight Saturday.

She had that effect on people, she supposed.

His hair stood up like he’d been running his hands through it. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a black hoodie. For some reason, that made her nipples harden. But she wasn’t here for her nipples. She was here for her heart.