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“Why not?” he questions.

“Because...I’m with you,” I finally say.

He nods. “You’re with me. Listen to what you just said.” He bends down and gives me a kiss. “Baby, you’re mine.”

I don’t exactly know what that means, but it sounds good to my ears. I fire back at him.

“And you? Do you plan on fucking any other girls while you’re here with me?”

He shakes his head.

“Why not?” I ask.

“Because…I’m with you,” he says, exactly the way I said it.

He kisses me again.

“And what does that mean?” Trig asks.

I grin, and let my head fall back against the glass, as he lifts one of my legs up.

“I’m not saying it.”

“Come on. I know you want to.”

I moan as he kisses my neck.

“I won’t say it.”

“What does it mean if I’m not fucking any other girls, Nine. You’re it. Process that info now.” He groans against my ear.

I gasp as he grips my hips.

“Baby, you’re mine,” I say.

“Then show me that you want me,” Trig responds. He backs up and grabs his cock. I drop to my knees.

Chapter 8. Captain Save A Hoe

“Do you want me to lotion your back?” Trig asks. “You’re getting red.”

I can already see the hunger in his eyes.

“No. You stay over there. Every time you touch me, we end up having sex.”

He laughs while he takes a sip of his beer.

“I don’t see the problem in that.”

“I can’t feel my vagina. There is definitely a problem,”

“Well, you should be glad I have the remedy.”

He places one hand on his member. I set my cocktail down on the table.

“Your dick is not medicine.” I smirk.

He laughs and sits up from his pool chair.

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