I pushed my fingers into her opening. Her head rolled back against the pillow, and her back arched off the bed.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I groaned, watching her come undone time and time again. My thumb played with her clit while I continued to fuck her with my fingers, wanting nothing more than to make her come for me. I intercepted her hand and placed it above her head when it moved toward my cock.
“No, baby. Let me take care of you,” I murmured.
“I want to take care of you too,” she panted.
“All you do is take care of me.”
“Austin,” she whimpered as I thrust my fingers in again.
“Open your eyes, baby. Let me see those blue eyes.”
She did just as I hit her g-spot harder and with more determination. I let go of her hand to grab onto her hip for leverage. Thrusting harder and harder.
“I love you, Daisy. I love you so fucking much.”
That was her undoing. Her * clamped down, riding out her orgasm against my fingers. And I loved every last second of it.
“We need to talk, babe,” I coaxed before I lost the nerve. “We need to go. We need a fresh start. I can’t stay—”
“I know. No more running away, Austin. I think it’s time that you went back home.”
I frowned, lowering my eyebrows in confusion.
“What do you mean I need to go back home? I’m not fucking living without you, Daisy. You are my home.”
“Calm down. I meant with me. I think we could make a really nice life in Oak Island. I loved it there, and it’s where your family and friends are. I want that. I want that more than anything else. To be apart of the place you used to call home.”
I took a deep breath, contemplating what she said. I could see it in her eyes. Everything she just shared was something that she really wanted.
After all those years, after everything I put her through, put us through.
I would give her the world if I could.
Even if it meant going back home.
Chapter 31
<>Austin<>
We moved back to Oak Island a few days ago, and I was still unsure about being back in the place I tried so hard to forget. We didn’t exactly have a welcoming committee either. I’d been sober for a little over two months and I wasn’t going to lie, it was a daily struggle. My back pain was still alive and fucking thriving. I ignored it. I just tried to stay busy, and with Briggs by my side it was fairly easy to do.
Briggs said she settled everything with her uncle before we left. I was stunned when she told me that he was just letting us go with no repercussions, but she said it was behind us and that was the end of the conversation. We left all our belongings in New York besides some of our clothes. She didn’t even take most of her wardrobe with us, saying that her uncle was the reason she bought half that shit anyway. I took some of my clothes but not much either.
We both wanted a fresh start.
We found a furnished apartment on the beach to rent in the meantime. She said she wanted to find us the perfect house and that would take us some time. I honestly didn’t give a fuck where we lived as long as it kept that smile on her face.
I wish I could tell you that I was miraculously cured and that the craving to use had gone away.
It didn’t.
Oak Island was a living and breathing trigger by itself for me. When I called my mom to tell her we were moving back home, to say that she was excited would have been an understatement. She was actually the one who picked us up from the airport and drove us to our apartment. My dad was nowhere to be seen, but she said he was working. I knew in my heart that was just a bullshit excuse. He was the boss, he could come and go as he pleased.
He just didn’t care to see me.
My mom and Briggs seemed to hit it off. Talking about random shit and laughing like they were old friends catching up. Briggs looked happy for the first time in years, and that’s all that mattered to me.
We’d been getting everything situated to begin our new lives. We bought a car, groceries, and little things we needed for our apartment.
Normal daily life kind of stuff and the concept still seemed so fucking foreign to me.
We hadn’t seen the boys or Alex yet but that was about to change. Lucas and Alex found their way back to each other and the inevitable happened. They had gotten married a few years back. Half-Pint gave birth to their first baby three months ago. A little boy they named Bo. They were throwing a party at their house for their son and for Jacob and I moving back to Oak Island.
The good ol’ boys would be together again.
A part of me missed them, the bond and brotherhood we had. Lucas was the first one to call me after I told my mom we were moving back. She gave him my number. Neither one of us mentioned what happened in the past as if the memories stayed there. Buried. Thank fucking God. I didn’t think I could live near him if he still hated me.