Fully Restored (21 page)

Teagan mewled some more and I knew she was close. I let go of one hand to reach between us and rub her clit while slamming into her now. Now. She needed to come now.

I tweaked her clit firmly, rubbing and pressing in, while rotating my hips for a better angle and that did it. She went off. Her sounds stopped and she went silent in her shattering. I watched as her eyes closed and her lips parted in an attempt to take in enough air. It was beautiful. Spectacular. Mine.

And I followed her over. As I spilled into the condom, jerking and losing the rhythm I had in my hips, I knew this was done. We had made it through.

Laying on top of her, probably smashing her small frame, I tried to catch my breath before I rolled off her and pulled her with me. She wrapped her leg over me as I slid out of her. I grabbed the condom and tossed it off the bed, towards where I assumed the trashcan was but didn’t really care to find out for sure. I was too sated to move anymore.

We lay like that, simply breathing in each other, the moment, the peace, the freedom. That was when I noticed, not once while kissing her, and I had kissed every single inch of her, did I notice a single scar. They simply had not registered with me. She was perfection as is.

Teagan’s breathing had evened out and I knew she was sleeping, head resting on my chest, legs intertwined with mine. Perfection.

It was with that thought and the perfect peace of contentment that I fell asleep.  And for the first time since that stupid boy made some stupid decisions, I slept a sleep without guilt or shame. I slept free.

Epilogue

Teagan

O
pening the shop had not gone without its wrinkles, but it had gone so well that I had a back list of clients for at least the next six months, depending on how our crew ended up working and flowing together. Between Brock, the crew, and I, we handled all the newness and curveballs that were tossed at us for the first month. Growing pains were tough. It was a steep learning curve and for a while I was afraid that I had bitten off more than I could handle and wanted to give in.

But Brock never let me. After that night, he basically moved in. It just made sense. It was closer to the shop by hours and, well, I want him there. He belongs there. With me.

Sometimes working together and living together gets to be too much, but thankfully between Seth and a newly married and weirdly calmed down Meghan and Brock’s new found friendships in the shop, we are able to find time out and apart when we need it. The new Meghan is perhaps the strangest part of my life now. Being married to Justin changed her. Evened her out. She’s still crazy and up for anything, egging me out of my shell and pushing for new thrills, but the thrills are less edgy. The payoff deeper and she always, always, goes home to him. So weird.

Now I can’t get her to stop with the hinting around Brock about marriage again. God, like I would EVER let Meghan have a say in that! When she mentions a wedding, Brock’s fear isn’t for the actual event, it’s for what he thinks she is seeing for our future. There will be absolutely no mer-whore outfits in our future.

Between running the shop taking nearly all our time, and adjusting to the newness of a firm foundation in our relationship, a marriage just seemed…not necessary at the moment. Sure, we both knew this was forever. We had since our first night together in the house in Evergreen. But like everything with us, we were content to get there at our pace.

Feeling his eyes on me I stopped what I was doing in the engine of the Challenger I was currently working on and stood up. He was standing in the door to the shop, leaning in that way that got me every time, covered in grease, and so very perfect. His smile was relaxed. He was happy. Soul deep, free happy.

I smiled at him, loving the way his face lit up and his pupils dilated with want for me. Yep. We’d get there, to the marriage. But right now, the office door had a new lock and I intended to use it. Setting my tools aside, I wandered off in that direction, knowing he would follow. He’d follow me anywhere. He proved that.

I heard the lock click behind me and chills went up my spine. Even the anticipation of him was exquisite. My body knew what was coming and wanted it with an intensity that never seemed to diminish. I would want him like this for the rest of my life.

I turned around and dropped to my knees, intent on showing him how much I wanted him. 

Now, months into it, we had flow. We worked fluidly together in the shop and at home. He knew what I needed and gave it freely, be it a tool or his love. When I faltered, he braced me up. When he doubted, I gave him confirmation.

When he came in my mouth, with a hoarse cry, his fingers carded through my messy shop bun, I looked up to see the love I felt returned in its exactness in his eyes. He pulled me up and kissed me, breathing my air and giving me his. Breathing life into each of us. Restoring our souls.

Before long, the shop made the waves I wanted it to in the resto world and people from outside Colorado came to seek our work. I made it. We made it. We, in all ways, were running Fully Restored.

The End

Acknowledgments

This book was a true work of love for me. Teagan’s story is so very close and personal to so many people I know and I wanted to represent her truthfully. I wanted her struggles to be real and not glamourized and her growth to take time and not be instant. I credit my amazing betas with Delaney’s Dolls for this. For keeping me focused and on track.

Jennifer Miyamoto, Rachel Zertuche, Rochelle Pope, and Anna Sweets, there are not words for how much I have to thank you for keeping the time lines straight and the characters on track. Thank you for Steal and Steel. Thank you for Heal and Heel. Thank you for everything.

To my editor Emma Mack, thank you for dealing with my ever changing timeline and illnesses that continued to put the book out later and later. Thank you for loving Teagan and Brock and giving them the chance and accepting the way it had to go, as much as it made you cringe at times. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for adding glitter!

Mostly, to my best friend who when I said I was never going to write another book, when I set this down determined to never write again because, let’s face it, the world and people in it can be cruel, made me start again. Who told me I was good enough and to listen only to myself. I am so glad I did. And she did. Crystal Andersen, you are my sister and my soul mate and I love you so very much. Thank you for keeping me sane. To the moon and Back. And to our Dubby, we love you so much.

To my family, thank you for dealing with messy houses, late or forgotten dinners (Sorry Kiddo- but that ice cream for dinner was great wasn’t it?). For the money that went out but not in. Thank you for letting my mind wander and stories happen. I love you all.

Thank you to my cover model, Robert Simmons, for the amazing photos and help in “being” my Brock.

Thank you to Cassandra Roop, of Pink Ink Designs for this amazing cover! I love it so! And for Andy Winn of Winn Photography for taking the images.

To all my BF’s – I love you more than Caticorns and I no longer have to bluewaffle the book!!!

To Candy Miller whom I love like my sister and who has been there with me at the lowest of lows. I love you always my girl. Always. I am always yours and always on your side. You are beautiful inside and out.

To all the bloggers who took the time to share, read and promote this little book, you make all the difference. I would not be here were it not for you. Thanks does not seem strong enough. Susan Oldfather- thank you for your bid and helping our friend out. Your blog, Mrs. O, is amazingness. If anyone needs a great blog for good reviews, go to
www.facebook.com/mrsolivingthechaos
.  You won’t be disappointed!

And finally, to my amazing PA – Nicole Fechtl. THANK YOU for being the voice of the reader. For helping with advertising and getting into signings for the first time. You are amazing.

I am so sure there are many more I am forgetting here, but know I appreciate all of you. Thank you for everything.

About the Author

Delaney Williams was born on a hot summer day in Oklahoma, which may only slightly explain her proclivities. She was born on August 8 and thinks that makes her special since it is 08/08. She loves the heat ( the only thing Oklahoma can claim) however, she is the most liberal (non- fiscally) person you will ever meet. She loves everyone and believes everyone deserves love.

She was raised outside of San Francisco and absolutely loves the ocean. Until she realized that she thrived in writing and not science, she wanted to be an oceanographer. She has taught everything from world religions to study skills. She thrives most as a college English professor and absolutely loves that job. It is her heaven, besides writing. If she didn’t write she might go insane, there are so many people and stories in her head. In fact, the people who know her well would say she probably is crazy, fun but crazy.

Delaney has a minor addiction to tattoos and a major addiction to books of all types. She once read 450 books in one year. She goes a bit batty when she is stuck in one place for too long and needs to travel. She has been all over and of all the places she has been, her favorite place to vacation is Turks and Caicos. If given the chance she would love to live in Positano, Italy. It calls to her heart.

When not teaching or doing all that entails, or writing, Delaney is a mother of one crazy son and wife to an amazing husband. Her husband is the reason she writes. He is the encouragement and motivation behind everything she does. Delaney also loves rock and metal concerts and music. She tries to get to a show at least once a month. She is known for her crazy, ever-changing hair color and go with anything attitude. While she has multiple degrees, including a Masters, bills, a mortgage, and a family, she refuses to believe that means she needs to slow down or grow up. So she won’t.