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“I haven’t been with anyone in forever, and I’m on birth control.”

“Before you, it had been four years. Actually, considerably longer than that.”

“Brand?”

“Yes, Butterfly?”

“Rather than stroking yourself, put your cock inside me. Now.”

I nearly came once I was engulfed in her hot, slick, velvety flesh. “Be still,” I whispered, trying my hardest to rein in my excitement before this ended seconds after we began.

Once I’d regained control, I pumped into her until I was all the way inside, then stilled, focusing on the way her pussy clenched me. When she writhed, my passion returned, and I thrust into her, increasing my pace and sinking even deeper.

“Is this what you wanted, Butterfly?” I asked, reaching up to tweak her nipple with one hand. Later, I would lavish attention on her breasts. For now, we both needed a release. “Answer me,” I said through gritted teeth.

“It’s what I needed. I have to have you, Brand. I couldn’t stand being away from you. I need you to fuck me so hard.”

Her words were my undoing. I thrust several more times until I knew she was on the brink, then went as deep as I could and stilled. Her pussy clamped hard on me, and I felt her come at the same time I did.

Nothing and no one had ever compared to being with her. “What did you mean?” I asked, bracing myself so as not to crush her.

Her eyes met mine. “When I said I had to have you?”

I nodded.

“You’re mine, Brand. I hope you really want me to be yours because, otherwise, I might have to turn into a stalker.”

I leaned down and kissed her. “You’ve always been mine, Penelope Ramsey. I felt it the first time we met. I didn’t know how we’d ever be able to be together; I just knew we would.”

She reached up and cupped my cheek. “That was the day I fell in love with you.”

I shifted to her side but pulled her just as close as we’d been when I was on top of her. “I’ve held back saying the words for fear it would seem like I was moving too fast, pushing too hard.”

Pen smiled. “Which words are those?”

“I love you, and like you, I felt something that very day.”

Apart from answering the door when the food we’d ordered was delivered, Penelope and I spent the next two days in each other’s arms. Even when we slept, we didn’t let go.

On the third day, I received a call from Doc. It came sooner than I’d expected and was unwelcome. I hadn’t given a thought to anything other than being with Pen, talking, laughing, and making love. I resented the outside world intruding already.

“You’d think he would’ve given us a few more days,” I grumbled.

“You won’t know what he wants until you return his call. Maybe it’s just to pass on information.”

She was right, of course, so I rang him.

19

BUTTERFLY

Iknew that if I asked if he wanted me to give him privacy, Brand would tell me to stay. Instead, I got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and turned the water on in the tub. After Brand, it was the thing I’d missed most while I was in Virginia.

It took a while to fill, so I sat on the edge and thought about telling Brand I loved him. It was tantamount to jumping from a cliff and not knowing where or when I’d land, and yet, I felt completely safe. That’s what he did for me, among many other things.

There was no point in lying about it; I loved sex, and with Brand, it was fabulous. But it was more than that. The connection we shared made it different. So much better.

I was sure I’d rolled my eyes and stopped myself from gagging whenever one of my tribe said the same thing about being with the men they loved. The notion had seemed ridiculous to me. Now, though, I believed them because, for the first time in my life, I’d experienced it.

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