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Our bodies are slick with sweat and we keep pausingwhen it feels too good, enjoying the push and pull of nearly falling over the edge. We’ve been hovering over it for a while now, and this in-between place is fucking blissful.

“Thought it might be my only chance to really get you talking about the deep stuff, while we’re having sex,” she adds.

I lean up slightly, still conscious not to touch her burns, and tickle her side. She bounces around on me, laughing, and my dick gets a little too happy. I move my fingers between her legs and am satisfied when I hear her sweet sounds. I rub little circles over her and she hums, her eyes closing briefly. She fights to open them.

“I love feeling you get close. I see it here,” I press my free fingers on the pulse in her neck. “And feel it here,” I tap her clit and she shudders, a moan falling out of her, “and here,” I flex inside of her.

“Callum,” she pants.

“I never have women here,” I tell her. “And after tonight, I can’t imagine anyone else but you in my bed at all.”

Her mouth parts and when I drive into her with a few hard strokes, her thighs start trembling around me.

“Still feel like talking?” I ask.

She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head, and my hands grip her hips as we lose all inhibition, our bodies taking over.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

IDEALISTIC, IDYLLIC, INCREDIBLE

RUBY

The sun is brighter than ever when I wake up. My body protests slightly as I stretch and I grin, my body feeling every place Callum has been. My replay of the night screeches to a halt and I sit straight up, realizing how late it must be.

I jump up and get through a quick shower in a daze.

I didn’t even hear Callum get up this morning. He must be exhausted. We were awake most of the night,talking and laughing while our bodies just kept coming together in the most incredible ways.

This is what I’ve wanted in my life, but I didn’t believe it really existed. Not for me, anyway.

When I was questioning whether I should marry Junior before our wedding day, these feelings I’m having for Callum and the explosive sex we hadfourtimes during the night, are exactly what I knew was missing.

At first I thought I’d be giving up something if I married Junior, but then it seemed like I probably had an overly idealistic view of marriage that no one would ever be able to live up to.

My parents are happy together. It’s not that I haven’t seen a good relationship. I’m just different than them. To anyone who doesn’t know us well, it could seem as if I’m as carefree and free-spirited as they are, but compared to them, I’m pragmatic and straitlaced.

I’ve been the practical one in the family, making sure the never-ending business expenses of our emu farm were covered, as well as basic things like money for groceries. I love my parents dearly, but there have been many times I’ve felt like the parent. Instead of worrying about the past due balances I found piling up years ago, I figured out a way to pay them.

In a way, I guess that practicality crossed over into my relationships too, and I settled for something that was convenient.

No one is happier than I am to admit how wrong I’ve been about how much more a relationship could actually be.

I’m trying not to get ahead of myself here and immediately jump into something with Callum beyond our night together, but it’s hard because he surpasses anything I couldhave imagined. I can’t unknow the fact that Icanhave explosive sexual chemistry with an incredible man.

My phone rings and I grab it, answering before it rings again.

“Hey,” Kess says. “I just wanted you to know I was out at the farm yesterday and I’m here now too, and everyone looks good. There are a few emus who seem lonelier than I remember them being before, but they look healthy.”

“I can’t tell you how relieved I am to hear you say that.” I hurriedly get dressed and fall back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. “You think they’ll be okay for a few more days until I can get there?”

“For sure. I’ll miss you at Thanksgiving, but I’ll look after them. It’s more about when I leave for school in January that I’m worried about.”

“Thanks, Kess. I’ll be there long before then. Just not sure when my RV is going to be ready…”

“I’ve got you,” she says.

“Thank you, thank you. This helps so much.”

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