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I know the signs now. She’s close.

“Colt,” she pleads, digging her nails into my arms.

In reply, I hike her leg over my shoulder. The angle allows me to go deeper. Our fit is tight to the point of pain.

I brush my lips over her cheeks. The tip of her nose. When I duck my head to tug on her earlobe with my teeth, she glides her hand to my neck and holds me there, tenderly.

“Because the kiss—it’s the thing I always miss most.” Her voice is breathy. A little strained, like she’s trying not to cry. “And I think—I know—you’d be really good at it. I can’t—I don’t wanna miss you like that.”

My heart is going apeshit inside my chest.

She likes me.

Likes me.

Heart on her sleeve. No games. No playing coy.

A rush of blood moves up my length as I pump inside her. My hips jerk. I’m gonna come soon.

I’m gonna be honest. Because that feels like the next right thing.

“Honey, I’m already gonna miss you like that.”

Her eyes well. I press my thumb to her clit. She cries out, her entire body rising into mine as her cunt clamps down on me.

The pressure is agony. Searing white light fills my head. Tears trail down her temples.

Lainey didn’t give me permission to kiss her like I wanna. So I kiss away her tears, capturing their saltiness with my lips.

I come two heartbeats later.

Knowing all the while there’s no coming back from the things this woman has made me feel tonight. The things we said and did.

I unknowingly stepped off a cliff, and now I’m plunging to my death.

I’m falling.

Too hard. Too fast.

I love every fucking minute of it.

CHAPTER 24

Dibs on the Cowboy

LAINEY

I come.

But I can’t come down. My orgasm slowly subsides, leaving me boneless, shaking. Unable to catch my breath. My leg is still slung over his shoulder, my hip flexor screaming from being pushed well past its limit.

Or maybe that’s because Colton’s weight is pressing me into the mattress. His chest barrels out on deep, huge inhales as he comes, whispering my name against my temple.

Because he’s kissing away my tears.

Because I won’t let him kiss my lips, so he’s kissing me everywhere else. Literally.

Since when do I cry during sex?