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Run – Chapter 11
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Bo leapt to her feet and swept Lauren into a bruising kiss.
Lauren shut her eyes and knit her brow so tightly one could almost strike a match against it. ”I choose you.”
”Lauren, please look at me.”
As Lauren opened her eyes, she felt the wind in the leaves, the shadows in the trees move and rise together in exultation and approval, a stirring as palpable as the beating of her heart and the yearning in Bo’s eyes as they met hers.
Bo clasped her arms around the small of Lauren’s back, tightening her embrace. ”Once you let me in, Lauren, I’m never letting you go. This I promise as long as I live.”
It would not be going too far to say that peace wrapped itself around Lauren’s heart like a vine and tugged, tugged as if the troubles of the world were nothing and the pull of happiness was everything, because it was, so much so that Lauren could no longer deny that the one great and epic love she yearned for, one for the ages, one deserving of poetry, had at last arrived, opening before her, and waited for her to say the words.
”I love you,” she said plainly.
Lauren stepped away from the comfort of Bo’s embrace, waited at the open door, and extended her arm as an invitation. She shuddered as Bo’s eyes glowed blue as the succubus flew to her and swept them both into the room. Lauren trembled and moaned at every touch. She stripped hurriedly as the pulse of yearning surged mercilessly within her. They’d waited long enough. The two lovers shred the last of their inhibitions and tumbled and entered and devoured each other with the ferocity of wildfire.
Kenzi had grown impatient waiting for Bo and Lauren to show up for dinner, and she jogged down to the bungalow to give them both a piece of her mind. She recognized immediately the chorus of pleasure that grew in volume and intensity as she neared the bungalow: the throaty grunts, the lust-driven exclamations, the rhythmic thump of a headboard ramming against the wall, and the creaking of wood as it scraped repeatedly against the floor—all of this adding up to the familiar ruckus that usually accompanied Bo and Lauren whenever they were upstairs at the clubhouse.
She grinned and thrust her arms in victory. ”Yes!”
Moments later she returned to the main hall, glowing like a full moon.
Bruce smiled at the giddiness in her step. ”Are they coming?”
”You might say that.” Kenzi rolled her eyes and slid into the seat across from the giant. She placed a napkin on her lap, smiling, her cheeks flush and warm.
”Do you think we should wait?” he asked her.
”I think we should talk.” Kenzi giggled while sliding a napkin on her lap. She leaned in to him, her blue eyes sparkling. ”How would you feel about moving in together?”
The End.
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That was fantastic you had me worried for a while there I didn’t think you were going to put them back together when they left I thought that was it but the end was just perfect I really enjoyed this story and I hope you post something soon.