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"I've been picturing you naked all day." I bury my face between her thighs and feast. Her fingers thread through my hair as she whispers my name. "Easton. Oh, God." Her nails dig into my scalp when I suck her clit. I feel her pussy flutter against my tongue as I lap at her. My hands take hold of her ass as she climaxes, and my woman's climax coats my lips while she rides the waves of her orgasm.

I spread her dress out on the floor and pull Becca down with me. "I need to be inside of you," I say desperately and quickly rid myself of my clothes.

"Please, Easton." Becca gazes at me with hooded eyes. She palms her breasts, pinching her nipples, then I watch as she slides one hand down her stomach and touches herself between her legs. Lightning illuminates the sky and thunder booms.

I begin stroking my cock while Becca rubs her clit, her eyes glued to my hand. "Fuck, you're perfect," I tell her. The instant she opens her legs a little wider and dips a finger inside her pussy, I almost lose my shit.

"Do not make yourself come," I demand, and her eyes lift from my dick to my face. "Take yourself to the edge but don't jump." My strokes become fevered as we masturbate together.

"Easton, I need to come," Becca begs.

I settle between her legs, dip my head, and take one of her taut nipples into my mouth. Her moans drive me to suck harder before moving to the other, giving it equal attention. I grab the hand Becca is using to pleasure herself, bring it to my lips, tasting of her once more, and growl. At the same time, I bring her leg to rest on my hip and bury my cock inside her tight pussy. "I'll never get enough of you," I admit, rocking my hips, moving in and out of her.

Outside, rain pours down, pelting against the roof. I crave her like nothing else. She is like an out-of-control wildfire that consumes me. Her walls flutter around my cock. "Don't stop." Becca grips my ass, wanting me to fuck harder.

"I don't plan on stopping until your legs are quivering and you're screaming my name." A few seconds later, an orgasm rips through her body. Her pussy strangles my dick. Electricity shoots down my spine and curls my toes as I spill my seed inside her.

We lie there for some time, just listening to the rain fall outside. "Come here." I tug on Becca, bringing her body on top of mine just to look at her. My cock hardens again, and Becca rocks her hips, rubbing her already wet pussy against it, and I hiss. She raises, aligns the head of my dick at her entrance, and slowly sinks. She takes control, pinning my arms down, and then proceeds to use me to get herself off again.

"That's it. Take what you want, baby." Becca's walls tighten around my dick as she alternates between slow, drawn-out up-and-down motions. She brings me to that "almost about to come” moment several times before suddenly not moving a muscle. And just when I grab her by the hips to roll us over, Becca's hips move again, and her pussy squeezes my dick tight. "Fuck," I growl through clenched teeth as I have the most intense release of my life. Lights flicker behind my eyelids, my calf muscles lock up, and I forget how to breathe.

At this moment, my only thought is I'm going to marry this woman.

The aromatic smells of bacon and vanilla pull me away from a peaceful sleep. I reach for my woman, but the space beside me is empty. She's probably downstairs fixing breakfast. I breathe in deep as I stretch, inhaling the scent of her flowery perfume that still lingers on the nearby pillow.

My phone rings. In no big hurry to answer, I lazily toss the covers off me and sit on the edge of the bed. My feet contact the wood floor, warmed by the sunlight shining through the window, and I curl my toes against the surface. The phone stops ringing but starts again. I sigh and grab it from the nightstand. It's Miles calling. "What's up?"

"How're things in small-town USA?"

My mind drifts back to last night. "Couldn't be better."

"I bet. Listen, I need you to take a drive to the city."

I stand, cross the room, and start throwing some clothes on. "Okay."

"The police need you to fill out some paperwork on the break-in, and you need to pick up your cat. I have a last-minute meeting with Greg McDowell first thing tomorrow morning, so I fly out to L.A later today."

"Alright." I glance at the time. "I'll see you before lunch."

"Perfect. Safe travel, and I'll see you later," Miles says, then ends the call.

I finish dressing then head for the bathroom. After taking care of business, I head downstairs toward the kitchen, where I find Becca along with the Kings' women placing trays of food onto the large farm-style table where the men and Becca's grandpa sit drinking coffee. I make a beeline for my woman, who is warming pancake syrup in the microwave. I snake my arm around her waist, brush her long hair to the side and kiss her neck. "Morning."

"Hey."

"You should have woken me sooner." I breathe her in.

"You were sleeping so well." She spins to face me. "I planned on waking you to eat." She smiles, then I kiss her. The microwave dings, and I reach around her, taking the syrup from inside.

Quinn rubs his hands together the moment I set the syrup on the table, then snatches it. "She warms the syrup first. You're a lucky motherfucker, Easton." He bobs his head while pouring it onto his stack of pancakes. "You know you've found a queen when a woman goes out of her way to feed you like a king. Take it from me." Before he stabs into his food, Quinn turns to Emerson, grabs her chin, and smashes his lips with hers. "I speak from experience."

Emerson rolls her eyes yet smiles. "You're impossible."

"Yeah, but you love me." Quinn shoves a forkful of food in his mouth.

Jake clears his throat. "I think we'll be heading out today."

I pile some bacon on my plate. "What time?"