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But I sure as hell want to with Bellamy.

Staring at her, giving her a chance in case she chooses to change her mind, I slide inside her at a nod of agreement.

“Fuck!” This is going to be fast. I’ll make it up to her later. I can’t go over the edge without her, though. With my finger on her clit, my mouth on her nipple, and my heart in her figurative hands, I push as far into her as I can. Then I retreat, only to take my rightful place again, and again, and again. Bellamy urges me on, letting me knows she’s close and soon we’re coming as one.

And I am immediately ready for the next round.

She’s so tight.

So perfect.

So mine.

Whatever I have to do, I’m keeping her.

I can’t let her go.

Chapter Two

Bellamy

March 30th…

“I have to go,” I tell Peter the next morning following a third round in the bed and a fourth in the shower. I’ve never resented my job, nor the people who depend on me to do it, but then again, I didn’t have Peter in my life before.

“So do I,” he replies, though neither of us make a move to actually leave. “This isn’t the end of us,” Peter vows. “It’s only the beginning.”

“What about—” He shushes me with a kiss, and I ponder whether to continue so he’ll keep stopping me like this.

“We’ll figure everything out. I promise.”

“How can I feel so much for you in less than twenty-four hours together?” Honestly, it’s been more like half that, but it’s the quality not the quantity. And Peter has a lot of the former.

“Does it help that it’s mutual?”

“Yes.”

“Then lets focus on that and let the rest happen as we go.” He must see my grimace. “You’re a planner, aren’t you?” I nod.

“Doing what I do, it’s vital in order to stay on top of packing and such.”

“My job is that way, too.”

“You never said what it is you do.” Perhaps getting into this discussion after the fact isn’t the best idea. However, if we’re going to try this, the only way to learn more about each other is by asking questions and spending time together. This allows us to do both.

“I’m in the Army.” Peter answers, his attention seemingly on making sure he’s taking everything with him that he brought. But I can feel his gaze on me. As if he wants to see my expression.

“Cool.” I snag my cell off the charger, then remind Peter to do the same for his. The one item he couldn’t find. I tend to pack extra cords, never quite sure if I’ll be able to buy another wherever they send me. A precaution that has come in handy many times. Such as last night when Peter’s battery hit twenty percent. Seeing as we have the same device, it worked out perfectly.

Especially since neither of us wanted him to go.

“That’s it?” I feel like my reaction, or lack of it, surprises him.

“Sorry?” I’m unaware if I should be. Instead of upset, though, Peter seems pleased. Oh. “Dealt with some uh…enthusiastic responses, have you?”

“Unfortunately.” He shudders, letting me know he truly doesn’t care for what some would consider a perk.

Patting his arm, unable to pass up the opportunity to touch him, I promise, “I’ll protect you from that group.” I flex my muscles that, while nowhere near his mass, aren’t bad for my size.

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