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“Fuck, Kit. You’re so tight.”

“Mm. We haven’t done this nearly enough,” he said. “Fuck me. Don’t go easy. I want to feel it later.”

Heat flashed through me, and my body took over, hips rolling as I thrust again and again. I held his hips in a bruising grip, powering into him until my breath sawed in and out and my muscles quivered.

As my stamina failed me, Kit pulled away. “Okay, my turn.”

He pushed me onto my back, straddled my hips, and sank over my cock, taking me in one smooth slide. My eyes fluttered shut as the heat of him overwhelmed me, but I forced them open, not wanting to miss a moment of his big, athletic body moving over mine.

Kit’s thick thighs flexed as he rode me, chest heaving with his quickening breath. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, squeezing and stroking, as he took what he needed from me.

“Your cock is fucking perfect,” he muttered. “It hits me just right. Fuck, Joey, I could do this forever.”

He raised his hips up and down, up and⁠—

A thump at the door made us freeze.

“Is Dakota here?” I whispered.

“If she is, I’m not stopping,” he said, head whipping toward the door. There was a quiet bark and then a snuffle. He chuckled. “It’s just Pogo.”

I grabbed his waist, yanking him down hard over my cock, and he cried out loudly. Good thing it really wasn’t Dakota, then. I pressed my feet into the mattress, thrusting up into him as Kit fell into a frenzied ride, both of us suddenly racing toward the finish.

I stroked his cock, though my coordination was probably off, because most of my brain was in my balls, tightening with my impending orgasm.

“Yes, Joey, fuck. Say I’m yours.”

My heart thundered, and I tried to catch my breath to find the words.

“Please. I’m begging…” he said, sounding almost tortured.

“You’re mine,” I gasped out. “Fuck, yes!”

His cock pulsed in my grip, his ass clamping around my shaft as he came, warm cum spilling over my fingers. Kit shuddered hard, insides rippling around me, setting me off, too.

I gasped and jerked as I shot inside him, my body shaking hard and my thoughts scattering like dust in the wind. A sharp sweetness overtook my senses, pleasure and pain, love and guilt, trust and fear. I poured it all into Kit, holding on to him for dear life, knowing that I couldn’t bear to lose this.

When I came to my senses, Kit’s soft lips were brushing my temple. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

I wrapped my arms tight around him. “Never.”

“I love you,” he murmured. “I’m going to show you. Going to make you believe.”

“I do,” I said. “I do believe you.”

Kit had given me his heart, and I wouldn’t insult him by throwing it back at his feet. Not when I wanted it so badly.

I wasn’t sure I could ever truly understand why he’d chosen to forgive me. Him or Dakota. But I would respect their choices and be thankful every day that they had.

“I love you, Kit. I always have. If you want me, I’m yours.”

We kissed, soft and sweet, until Pogo jumped against the door, clearly done being ignored. Kit broke away with a laugh. “I guess Pogo is jealous.”

“Mm-hmm. Better go reassure him.”

“In a minute,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “After you agree to go on a date with me.”

My heart fluttered. “A date?”