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That kernel of truth had him wanting—needing—even more.

“Play with your tits.” He watched her fondle them, teasing her nipples, and his cock ached for release. He clenched his teeth, staving off his orgasm. “Fucking hell.”

This was too good, too fucking hot. He wanted to burn the image of her playing with her tits into his mind, etch the image of him claiming her into her heart. “One day I’m going to come all over those beautiful tits.”

“I want you to,” she panted out. “Oh God. Seeley. I’m…so…close.”

He worked her clit faster, thrusting impossibly deeper, and sank his teeth into her shoulder, sending her crashing into another climax, her pussy squeezing his cock like a fucking vise, sending bolts of heat down his spine. His climax rocketed through him. “Fuuck—”

They pumped and ground, their gasps, moans, curses, and growls ringing out like feral animals, unable to get enough. He’d never come so hard or for so long. Their bodies grew slick with sweat, jerking and thrusting through the very last tremor of their releases. She went boneless against him. She looked drunk on him, high on them, and he was right there with her. Their eyes connected in their reflection, her neck pink from his hand, her lips curving into the sweetest, sexiest smile he’d ever seen.

He kissed her neck, wanting to say so many things, but as he turned her in his arms, his voice was silenced by the raw emotions gazing back at him, mirroring the all-consuming ones he was struggling with. He was so full of them, so consumed with love for her—and Lucas—he had to stop himself from overwhelming her. He bit back the urge to tell her he wanted them there with him, in his house, surrounded by people who loved them and would protect them if ever he wasn’t around.

Instead, he brushed his lips over hers and kissed her, wondering how he’d ever survived a day, much less sixteen years, without her in his life.

DOC AWOKE TO the feel of Juliette’s warm lips trailing down his stomach and the dusky predawn light peeking through the curtains. He was already hard. He’d been dreaming of her, reliving the three times they’d made love last night.

He ran his fingers through her hair. “What a nice way to wake up.”

She wrapped her delicate fingers around his erection and tipped her beautiful face up with a sweet smile on her lips. “Like you said, we have lots of time to make up for.” She dragged her tongue slowly from the base of his dick to the tip, swirling it around the head, setting off sparks beneath his skin. He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth. She grinned victoriously and said, “We only have a few hours before I have to pick up Lucas, and I intend to take full advantage.”

“Lucky me,” he said as she lowered her mouth over his cock. “Christ, baby.”

He tangled his fingers in her hair, rocking his hips to her efforts, soaking in every sinful sound, the feel of her hand chasing her mouth along his shaft. She moaned around his cock, and his hips shot up, the head hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, jerking back.

“Fuck. Sorry, baby. I should’ve warned you. You just felt too good.” He rubbed her jaw, but she was laughing.

“Remember when you did that the first time I blew you?”

The memory came back to him, and he laughed. “Shit. Yeah. God, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven that night in the hayloft. You were so innocent, but so hot for me.”

“You thought you’d died and gone to heaven, and I felt like Santa came early.” She began stroking him again, dragging her tongue around the head of his dick. “All you had to do was look at me, and I nearly combusted.” She took him in deep, working him in slow, tight strokes, her teeth and tongue driving him out of his fucking mind. “When I finally got to touch you, I couldn’t get enough.”

She sucked and stroked, sending waves of pleasure crashing over him, taking him right up to the brink of release. He yanked her hair, and his cock slipped from her lips. “Your mouth was made for my cock, baby, but I’m too greedy for you. I want to be buried deep inside you when I come. Get your pretty little ass up here and ride your cowboy.”

She climbed up his body, and as she sank down onto his cock, she moaned, and he gritted out, “Fuck.” He grabbed her hips, holding her in place and gyrating his hips. Her hair fell in tangled locks over her breasts, the necklace he’d given her shimmering against her skin.

“Your cock was made for me,” she said with a seductive glint in her eyes.

“Fuck yeah, it was.” He eased his grip, and as they started moving, she arched her back and palmed her breasts. “You spicy little minx. You know just how to drive me wild.”

“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” She smiled coyly, caressing one breast as she slid her other hand down her stomach to the apex of her sex.

“Better be careful, darlin’. I might never let you leave.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

“THIS IS AWESOME,” Lucas exclaimed, petting his new best four-legged friend, Sadie.

It was late Saturday afternoon, and Seeley was showing them around the ranch. They’d just come from the rope-climbing course that Tiny had built for Dare and Billie when they were kids, which Lucas had thought was the coolest thing he’d ever seen, until he saw the five-acre motocross racetrack Dare had built for Billie after he’d graduated from college.

“I can’t believe he built an entire racetrack for Billie when she wasn’t even speaking to him,” Lucas said. “I know you said they were both messed up after losing their friend, but if he built this for me, I’d talk to him again no matter what.”

“Sometimes it’s not that easy to move on,” Seeley explained, looking unfairly handsome in a dark tank top and jeans, his strong arms and tattoos on display, his cowboy hat perched on his head.

“But if she wasn’t even talking to him, why build it for her at all?” Lucas said.

“Because on Billie’s thirteenth birthday, Dare promised he’d build her one, and a Whiskey’s word is as good as gold.” Seeley gave him a serious look. “You need to remember that. You’re half Whiskey. If you make a promise, you stand behind it. No matter what happens with the other person.”