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“Fuck, Isla…you feel so good.”

I bury my face in her neck, kissing and nibbling her skin. When I suck on her throat, she moans, encouraging me to do more. Happily, I do it all again, my mouth never leaving her body, even as her movements become faster.

“Michael, I’m so cl-close…” She moans louder.

“Me too,” I breathe out, clenching my abdominal muscles to stave off my orgasm. I’ve got to get her there first.

I pick up the pace, trying to be careful. Her moans mix with my groans as I continue thrusting into her at a steady pace. I twirl my tongue over her neck, sucking on her throat, over and over.

Her pussy spasms, strangling me in a way I never could’ve imagined. The heat traveling up my legs is more insistent now, heading straight to my dick. I slam my lips to hers again, drowning out the sounds of our pleasure.

I come and come, spilling myself inside her. With my lips on hers, I continue moving, anything to prolong this feeling for both of us.

When I finally fall onto her sheets, breathing hard, I know I’ll do anything to have her again. Sex is even more satisfying than hitting the road on my bike. For two years, those rides were the only way I found true relief from the pressures of my life. Now? Isla and her pussy will be more than enough to keep me in good spirits day after day.

“How do you feel?” I ask, propping my head on my hand, hovering over her.

She peers up at me, her eyelids heavy. “Like I’m on cloud nine. So weightless.” A smile breaks over her lips as she lifts her hand and brushes some locks off my face. “What about you?”

“Like my world finally clicked into place.” I drop my lips to her forehead and then lean back.

She gives me a soft smile. “Yeah, it honestly was…everything and more.”

“Everything and more?” I echo as I drink her in. Already, my cock is thickening again. Her body isn’t just beautiful—it’s earned. Every line, every curve, has been shaped by early mornings, by bruises and falls, by dedication and the determination to get back up again. It’s discipline, years spent on the ice, and it leaves me a little bit undone.

“You’re unreal,” I murmur. “Do you know that?”

She lifts her hand and traces my eyebrows with her fingers, dragging them down the bridge of my nose. She lingers on my nose ring and then presses her thumb to my bottom lip, slowly sliding it over.

I gently catch her finger with my teeth and then release it. “Think I could convince you to do it again in a few?”

She giggles. “You bet.”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear,” I whisper. “But I need one more thing from you first.”

Brows knitted together, she studies my face, the question in her gaze making my heartbeat stumble.

“Can I finally call you my girlfriend?”

Her lips part, and her eyes go wide. “Wh-what?”

“Unless”—I jerk my head, worried we fucked up—“you’re dating someone already.”

“No, no. I’m single.”

A lightness fills my bones, making me giddy. “Good. Then how about being my girlfriend? You aren’t the only one with a crush that’s lasted over a decade,” I tease her. “I still choose you. I don’t want anyone else.”

Her eyes narrow, like she’s searching my expression, trying to see if I’m being serious. Then, she nods. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

The smile that spreads across my face is so big, it makes my cheeks hurt. I hold her gaze for a moment and then kiss her again. My first time didn’t feel rushed or overwhelming. It felt right.

And I know without a doubt that I’m exactly where I want to be.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

this is my girlfriend

MICHAEL