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“She is,” he assures me though I don’t need him to. “I would never do that to you. Not with her or any other woman, I love you.”

“Do you hear that, bitch?” Taylor hollers out and we all look in the direction of the bathroom as Chrissy emerges. “He loves Brynn and you're a nasty skank. M I S T A K E,” she spells out the word. “The biggest fucking one he ever made.”

Connor chuckles and hooks Taylor around the neck dragging her away. Jensen is glaring at Chrissy and I reach up to cup his face in my hand.

His eyes find me once again and I kiss him. “Like I said, it's okay.” He’s pissed. I can see it in his eyes. “I love you too. I know you won’t hurt me.”

forty-nine

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Jensen

Sitting on the couch, with Brynn straddling my lap, I pull down the top of her dress, and lean in to drag my tongue over her nipple. She grips my head, holding me in place as I suck triggering a moan to escape her lips.

“You set me on fire, baby,” I confess. I’m still incredibly pissed that she even had to face Chrissy. The things she tried to convince her of, planting doubt in her mind, it was hard not to go after her.

This, being with Brynn, even if I’m simply holding her in my arms while she sleeps, or sitting at her side, it’s my favorite place to be.

She has me, and I’m not sure she truly understands how deep my feelings run for her.

“I love you so much,” I tell her as she grinds on my lap. “So fucking much, I adore you.”

Gliding my hands over her thighs I dip beneath her dress and up her hips. One of her skimpy pairs of panties lies beneath. One thing about my girl, she loves her sexy undergarments. She also loves to tease me with them.

“Take me to bed,” she whispers against my lips, thrusting, shifting her hips forward like she does when she rides me. “I want to feel you inside me.” My cock twitches at the thought and I stand, lifting her with me. Walking down the hall, she wraps her legs securely around me, and holds tight. Gripping my face, she kisses me deeply and I pause, pressing her to the wall just outside my bedroom. Lifting to meet her she again grinds down and I know that the thin material does nothing to hide my hard erection straining against my jeans.

“Jensen,” she practically pants my name and I push off the wall, entering my bedroom.

Lowering her to the bed, I lay over her and continue to kiss her. She reaches between us, stroking me through my jeans, before hurrying to undo my buckle. Her movements are quick, she is needy and desperate. I love knowing she needs me so much.

She pushes down my pants, and I reach down, helping her. When they get tangled around my thighs I stand removing them and my boxers the rest of the way.

Then I grab the dress that is still pooled around her waist and drag it downward hooking her sheer panties along the way.

Her legs fall open and I see how wet she is as she glistens. Dragging the tip of my finger over her, she parts and I push my finger inside of her.

“I need you,” she says, reaching for me while still shifting her hips, riding my finger. “Please.”

Pulling back I crawl over her and grip my cock, positioning myself at her entrance. In one slow torturous movement I push inside her and she arches her back.

Fully seated, I kiss along the side of her neck, sucking on her earlobe.

“Home,” I whisper. It is exactly what being with Brynn feels like. My safe place, a comfort I’ve never felt before and one I never want to lose. “You are my home,” I repeat, cupping her face and making sure she is looking at me. I slowly move inside of her, her body hugging me so tight. “I am so in love with you.” Her eyes shine with tears. “You own me.” Her chest rises and she takes a deep breath.

“You own me too.” And I know what saying that means. I know why she holds back, why she’s so afraid to admit that what is happening between us is more than she’s ever felt before. She’s afraid if something happens and what we have falls apart, she will too.

“You and me,” I whisper, kissing her softly. My hips are still moving slowly as I drag out the feeling of entering her over and over. “It's us,” I say, nibbling on her lower lip, before sucking softly. “I want this life with you, I want it all.”

She nods, and I push in deep, making her gasp. “You have me completely, you are my world.”

I increase my movements, giving her a little more.

“Don’t you ever let anyone give you doubt, baby. Because what I feel for you, it cannot be diminished. I’ve never needed anyone the way I need you.”

Her back arches and I feel her body tighten around me, and she whispers my name. An orgasm rocks through her as I slowly pump my hips.

“So fucking good,” I whisper. It’s not just physical with Brynn, it's emotional. It’s crippling how deep I feel for her.

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