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“That’s right,” I growl, finally moving my hips in a slow, deliberate thrust.

That’s all it takes. She comes with a cry, her body clenching around me so tightly it nearly sends me over the edge again. Her thighs quake as pleasure washes through her. I hold her steady as she comes undone for me a second time.

The moment her trembling subsides, I flip her onto her back in one swift motion, her gasp of surprise music to my ears. She’s boneless, still riding the aftershocks, and I cage her in with my arms, looking down at her flushed face.

“I’m not done with you,” I rasp.

Her eyes widen as I kneel over her, straddling her chest. My cock is still rock hard, slick with her arousal and my cum.

“Open,” I command, wrapping my hand around myself.

She parts those perfect lips without hesitation, her tongue darting out to wet them. I stroke myself hard and fast, the head of my cock brushing against her lips with every pump. She opens wider, that wicked tongue flicking out to taste me.

My release hits hard, my whole body locking up as I spurt thick ropes of cum into her greedy, waiting mouth. She doesn’t pull away, just keeps those hazel eyes locked on mine while she takes everything I give her until I’m completely spent.

She swallows, her throat working, and then she licks her lips again. The sight nearly kills me.

“Jesus Christ,” I breathe, collapsing beside her on the bed. My heart’s hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat.

She curls into my side immediately, throwing one leg over mine and resting her head on my chest. “That was…” she mumbles against my skin. “I don’t even have words.”

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “That’s a first.”

“Shut up,” she groans, but there’s no heat in it.

Whitley was made to ruin me in the sweetest fucking way.

thirty-nine

. . .

Whitley

Jake’s laugh is so loud I can hear it before I even see him.

I glance at Beau as we approach the backyard gathering at Rowan and Violet’s place, his hand warm and steady in mine. He squeezes once, a silent check-in that makes my heart do fluttery things. We’re good. Better than good, actually. We’re disgustingly happy.

“Brace yourself,” Beau deadpans, his lips quirking. “Jake’s already three beers in if that volume’s any indication.”

“I like Jake,” I say, bumping my shoulder against his arm. “He’s fun.”

“He’s chaos.”

“Says the man who punched someone at a formal event.”

Beau’s jaw tightens, but there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes. “That was different.”

“Mmhmm. Sure it was, tough guy.”

We round the corner into the backyard, and the world opens up.

Heat rolls off the grill, carrying the mouthwatering scent of charred burgers and smoky barbecue sauce. Rowan stands over it with a beer in one hand and tongs in the other. Beyond him, the yard stretches, grass sun bleached in patches and dotted with folding chairs and coolers. And past the fence line and tall grass bending in the breeze, hills rise in the distance.

It’s the perfect summer day.

Violet spots me first, waving me over to where she’s sitting with Jake. Beau releases my hand, and I make my way across the yard.

Violet jumps up, pulling me into a hug that smells like sunscreen and whatever fruity drink she’s been nursing. “You’re here!”