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Mira seems to agree, because she comes alive in my arms.

She claws at my back and strains onto her toes. She arches into me with a moan and undoes my zipper as I walk us to the bench.

Before I can lay her down, she turns in my arms, catches my eye in the tall mirror in front of us, and bends herself over the cushion.

“Fucking hell,” I snarl, pumping myself in my hand.

I don’t know where to look. Her ass is perfect, but her messy-haired reflection in the mirror…the way she’s biting her lip, waiting for me… It’s too much.

“I tried not to want you.” I slide the scrap of lace out of the way. “I tried to stay away.”

I push into her, and her back bends. Her mouth falls open in a gasp and I want to see her this lost in pleasure every day for the rest of my life.

“That didn’t work. So, now, I’m going to let myself have you.”

She stretches her arms long in front of her, lifting her hips to me. “Zane…”

“That’s right.” I wrap her hair around my fist and tug. “I already told you: you belong to me.”

She’s watching us in the mirror with dark eyes. The woman who insists she can take care of herself loves the sight of me taking care of her.

“Say it,” I order. “Tell me who you belong to, Mira.”

“You,” she rasps.

I’m teetering on the edge, losing myself with every clench of her around me. “Again. Say it until you come.”

“I belong to you.” She reaches one hand back and digs her nails into my thigh. “I’m yours, Zane. I’ll always be yours.”

57

ZANE

“This is not the kind of boy’s night I’m familiar with.”

Jace laughs. “You’re the dad of a four-year-old now. You better get familiar with it. Little boys think homemade slime is the coolest shit ever.”

I grab my duffel from the passenger seat and climb out of the car. Practice was a bitch today and I need a long, hot shower. Preferably with Mira under the spray with me.

“This Friday?” I ask, thinking through the schedule in my head. “We have a game.”

“Which is why Rachelle will be the master of ceremonies for this sleepover,” he explains. “Gallagher has decided hockey is boring and begged her not to make him go to the game this week. Like the wonderful godsend of a mother that she is, she caved and suggested a sleepover instead. Between you and me, I think she just wanted to stay home so she can finally watch the finale of The Bachelor. Either way, Aiden’s was the first name out of Gallagher’s mouth when she asked who he wanted to invite.”

The first few days of school were rough on Aiden. He was worried about making friends and had a hard time with the new schedule. But within a week, he’d hit his stride.

He’s doing well in school, he is happy and playful at home, and he’s settled into my group of friends like he’s been here his whole life.

It feels really fucking good.

“It’ll give you and Mira some alone time,” Jace adds, unnecessarily sweetening the pot. “We’ll keep the boys as late as you want Saturday morning. We can even drop him off at your place.”

“Alright, alright, I get it. You’re desperate to hang out with my cool kid.”

He barks out a laugh. “This is what is known as ‘the long con,’ my friend. I watch your kid for the weekend now. Later, you are obligated to repay the favor. This is just a down payment for me.”

I punch in my passcode for the resident’s entrance and bite back a groan when I see the Out of Order sign slapped on the elevator. Today was leg day and my quads are dead. I shuffle to the stairwell.

“Long con or not, you’ve got a deal. Aiden still doesn’t love the big crowds at the game, so if he’s at your house, that means Mira can come watch me play.”

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