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rocked her hips, sucking and pulling every luscious drop out of him.
    Nick grabbed her tight and held her in his arms, gasping for air. Their bodies twitched and shuddered, melting into each other like swirled ice cream, riding out the last waves of pleasure, tears of ecstasy welled up in Marti’s eyes, beads of sweat on her brow. She panted and moaned a low growl.
    He grabbed her tight to his smooth, heaving chest, catching his breath, his head spinning, wondering what just happened. A flood of intense emotions ran through his body. He gently eased off of her and lay on his back lifting his arm above his head, inviting her in, his breath finally steady. Staring at the dark night and the stars shining through the moon roof, he thought about the most beautiful woman he had ever seen lying by his side. Who is she? How does she make me feel like this?
    “Fuck ...fuck. Holy shit! Nick, wow... wow!” She exclaimed in her sassy southern drawl, accepting his wordless invitation into the crook of his arm. Her head found the perfect spot on his shoulder.
    They lay there for a while, taking in the fresh air, the night and the stars. She stroked his chest, gently tracing circles around his nipples with her fingers. He took a deep breath, stroking her hair with his hand. "Glad you like it, my little Peach. You still hungry?" he asked. “I'm starving. Vamos a comer, y después..."
    "Hey, speak English will ya?" She sassed.
    With a sparkle in his eye, he chuckled. “Ok, mi amor, let’s go get something to eat.” He stood up and pulled on his pants. Looking into her sparkly green eyes, he bent down and kissed her. He shivered, turned around and jumped into the driver’s seat.
     
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Chapter 8
     
    Annie and Tommy had been in the city shopping all day, looking at wedding packages from excruciatingly plain to wonderfully exquisite. She couldn’t make up her mind. Big wedding? Who would come? Small wedding? Who would they forget?
    They stopped at a nice little hole in the wall Italian restaurant before they headed home. Lucio’s was bustling with customers, as always, but they found a corner booth, out of the way of the crowds for a relaxing dinner and conversation.
    She played with her menu and bit, fumbling with the corner. “What are you having, hon?”
    “Oh, I was thinking of some fettuccini and veggies. You ok? You seem a bit distant. Don’t like Italian?”
    She sighed “I love Italian, just have crap on my mind. Marti texted me last night.”
    “She did? What did she say?”
    “She’s on her way to L.A. with some truck driver, I feel so bad for her, wish she would come home.”
    He stretched out his massive arms and sighed. “I know, honey, but she’s grown and she’s gonna do what she wants. I wish she were here, too.”
    “I know, it sucks. I hope she finds what she’s looking for. I mean, I love her and I miss her, but if she’s not happy here, she has to find what makes her happy. I just wish she was closer to home. She said she’d call when she got there.” Her eyes welled up with tears. “I just miss her… a lot.”
    “Honey, do you really want to eat? I mean we can head on home if you aren’t up to it.”
    “No, I’m okay. Let’s eat, I’m starving.” She dabbed her eyes, straightening herself up.
    Tommy reached across the table to hold her trembling hand, wishing he could make all the hurt go away. God! How he loved this girl. Every time he thought about her, his heart thumped and he just wanted to take her in his arms and protect her and hold her until all the hurt and sorrow disappeared.
    They ordered their food and as they were talking, making googly eyes at each other, the waitress brought them some wine. Tommy was designated driver, so he slowly sipped his wine, while Annie proceeded to get tipsy. She giggled a lot when she was buzzed and tonight was no exception.
    They talked about the wedding, she wanted a small wedding and he wanted a huge one. She hoped she’d win that