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Leaning forward, Ren’s eyes fluttered shut as she bit her lip. Fuck she was sexy. Everything from her mind to her kind nature and how her body fit with mine, it was mind-blowing.

I slipped my hands under her ass, and there was no holding back. My thrusts rocked the large table. Ren’s breasts bounced in time to her whimpers.

“Theo…yes…so close,” she moaned, but it sounded more like a purr. Her body tightened, squeezing me. “God yes…don’t stop, please…ah!”

She arched up, her face the perfect image of passion as she came. The pulsing around my shaft and the wave of heat and wet were intoxicating. All I wanted was more. More of this, of her, of living for the now, and those that I loved.

“Can you come again?” I growled, biting back my need.

“Yes,” Ren breathed out, her voice dreamy as she let go of the table and rubbed her clit.

My head fell back, and groans filled the room with a rhythmical music.

I lost myself in the feel of her pussy and the sound of her moans.

“Fuck, Ren…come for me. I want to feel you come all over me.”

I pounded into her harder, and the wood bit into my thighs, but I didn’t care.

Each thrust drew another moan or whimper from her lips, and as soon as her body jerked and clenched, I let go.

“Fuck!”

The sound echoed back in the cavernous library. My muscles flexed and froze as we came at the same time. I held still, letting the waves of pleasure take over and wipe everything else away for a few moments. The world had been reduced to nothing more than the two of us and the love and desire that burned as brightly as any fire.

I could find my way in the darkness because of her and Liam. They were the light for me to follow, a path of hope when everything felt lost.

Picking Ren up off the table, she locked her legs around my waist and kissed me softly, like she knew that was exactly what I needed. She always knew, and I loved her for it and everything else.

I held her tight and let all the pain go. It would come back, but for now, it was lost to the one spot where I truly felt at home, and Ren, who made it that much more special.

“I love you,” I said, resting my forehead against hers.

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

I’d survived on control for so long that I hadn’t realized how lonely it could be. Ren didn’t ask me to give it up—she just stepped into my space and made it unnecessary.

And somehow fitting between her and Liam…felt like the safest thing I’d ever known.

MARCH 6 – FRIDAY 3:31 PM

Ren

Istepped outside and pulled my coat a little tighter around me. It was March, which meant things should be starting to warm up, but the last few days had felt like Mother Nature was pissed off and letting us all know about it.

“I’ll see you when I’m done at Volatile,” Nash said, squeezing my hand.

Everyone else had left, and we would meet up at my father’s house later. His birthday party was tomorrow, and he had insisted on taking Vicky and me shopping for new dresses.

“What time do you think that will be?”

The smirk he gave me had my hand twitching to swat him one.

“You keeping tabs on me, wife,” Nash asked, his thumb moving my engagement ring back and forth like a miniature reminder that I’d willingly chosen to tie myself to him.

“Just curious what time I should be naked,” I said, and his mouth dropped.

“Well, in that case, I’ll be there no later than eleven-thirty,” he said, and this time I gave him the devious smirk.