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actually happened. Unable to stop himself, he sniffed his fingers for confirmation and groaned, wincing at the instant, painful erection her lingering scent caused.
    He knew that he needed to go inside eventually and face
them
, the collection of strangers that called themselves his family, but he decided that a few more minutes of happy reflection were more than a bit deserved after the hellish week he’d had. He closed his eyes, thrilled at the notion of being able to see something—
anything
—other than the unpleasant memories that had been haunting him lately.
    Now in their place were images of beautiful hazel eyes and full pink lips, and the memory of how she had tasted so fucking sweet. Sighing deeply, he replayed every whimper in his mind, every moan.
    He still couldn’t believe how she had appeared out of nowhere, like an angel sent to pull him back from the brink of insanity. She had looked just like that to him, with her lovely soft features and her sweet face full of concern. Nobody had given more than two shits about him for years, and here this precious thing gave up her fucking
body
just to make him feel better.
    And better he felt. Better was a fucking understatement.
    He actually felt alive again.
    The moment that angelic creature put her arms around him, he’d felt as if someone had flipped a switch inside his brain. She had turned him on again, and in more ways than one. He had felt pure electric pleasure coursing through him when he touched her satin skin. It had been so long since he’d been able to enjoy simply touching someone.
    It disturbed him how easily he had forgotten the concept of joy.
    He knew there were emotions much more appropriate for his current situation, but he wasn’t about to turn his nose up at the chance to feel good again, even if only for a short while. It was already fading away, but it gave him another feeling he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever: hope. Perhaps if he could feel something as wonderful as pleasure again, everything else wasn’t as far out of reach as he’d first thought.
    He let his mind wander, and it immediately snapped back to his brunette mystery. She appeared just as shocked as he was by the connection between them, but she clearly felt it, too. It hadn’t only been him—he knew it just as surely as he knew that she had never even dreamed of doing anything like that before in her life. And she loved it. He knew by how fast she ran off that her mind might not believe it yet, but her body hadn’t lied.
    He fondled the old brass key in his pocket, remembering how amazing she felt when he was finally inside her, and how that had paled in comparison to her body squeezing him as she came. She had been so unbelievably tight. He could have spent hours inside that girl and probably would have if she hadn’t left.
    He could still see her running out the door as if her hair was on fire. He would have laughed about it if it hadn’t hurt so much to watch her leave. When he was with her, he felt powerful and wanted, which was certainly a feeling he’d missed over the years.
    The only thing clouding his fond memories was the knowledge that he would most likely never see her again. He severely regretted not taking the time to go down on her. With a tongue as sweet as hers and a scent that potent, he just knew that her pussy would taste like ambrosia—sweet, dripping ambrosia—and it was a fucking crime that he hadn’t tasted her.
    Sucking on his fingers, he tried to find a flavor to match the delicious scent that coated them. There was the faintest hint of something tangy and earthy, but not enough to know for sure. It was only enough to tease him, leaving him rock hard.
    Just then a loud knock sounded at his window, causing him to jump in surprise. Turning quickly, he looked up in time to see a large man with light brown hair smiling down at him from outside the car. It was dark out, but it was still easy to see that his smile was enormous. The little