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“Yeah?”

The door handle jiggles, and my heart leaps into my throat as it swings open. I’ve never been more thankful for shower curtains than I am right now.

“Thank god. I have to pee so bad, but I didn’t want to walk in on my dad. That’d be weird,” Brit says.

Peyton and I stare at each other as we listen to Brit walk in and sit on the toilet. Peyton licks her lips, her nails digging into my arms.

“Yeah, that’d be weird,” she says back.

The trickle of piss splashing into the water makes me wince.

Brit sighs, and my body is so tense that it hurts to stay still.

“How come you’re showering at like five in the morning?”

Peyton squeezes her eyes shut briefly and shakes her head.

“I just couldn’t sleep. Decided to get ready for the day.”

The toilet flushes and I watch the corner of the curtain. I’d hope that Brit wouldn’t peek inside, but I’m not sure how close her and Peyton are and if that’s a thing they do.

“Okay, did you want to head into town early? I can get us a cab instead of waking up my dad.”

“Sure, I’m almost done,” Peyton answers, and we finally relax as Brit exits the bathroom. I blow out a breath as she giggles. Cupping her face, I kiss her once and pull back.

“Is it bad that the entire time I still wanted to fuck you?”

She pushes away from me, scrunching her nose. “Let’s finish. We still have to sneak you out the door so she doesn’t know. And now I have to go shopping without a wink of sleep because we fucked all night.”

I tap her ass, then squeeze a cheek once. “You regret it?”

Her heated eyes flash. “Not at all.”

“Good, because I plan to do this every night till you leave.”

Chapter Seven

Peyton

I press kisses along his jaw, he grumbles in his sleep, but his hand on my back pushes me further onto his bare chest. With a smile, I straddle his hips and his eyes flutter open.

“Good morning,” I whisper. The light is peeking through the blinds, and we’re risking the possibility of getting caught every minute I stay in bed. But every night for the past week, Owen has pulled me back into his room earlier and kept me longer. I know this is nothing more than casual fucking, but it still feels nice to be so wanted. He seems like he can’t get enough of me. When we eventually grew tired and couldn’t keep going, we would fall into each other's arms and just talk. I told him about my mom, and he told me about his bar and how it’d been handed down to him from his dad. It felt nice to talk to someone who actually seemed to care about what I had to say, not someone just waiting for me to finish so they could say what they wanted to instead.

“Hmm,” he rumbles, kneading my ass and rocking me against his hard cock. “It certainly is.”

I giggle, tracing my finger down his stomach. “I have to get back to the living room. We don’t have time.”

“We always have time. It’ll just be quick,” he says, grabbing my waist and flipping me onto my back. He pulls my knee over his hip and settles his cock at my entrance, pushing in with one solid stroke.

I sigh in pleasure, loving the feel of him inside me. My pussy is sore from the constant pounding of his thickness, but I don’t care. I’ve grown used to that ache and crave it. Owen braces his arm above my head, staring down at me as he pumps his cock in a steady pace. It’s just gentle enough to not knock the headboard against the wall.

He leans down, kissing me softly, and I wrap my arms around his neck. It’s the least frantic fucking we’ve had, and it’s breaking my heart because I never want him to stop.

“I could do this every morning,” he whispers against my lips.

I squeeze my eyes shut, the ache in my chest growing. “Don’t say that…”

“I know.” He kisses me again, and we don’t say anything else. Fire builds in my belly when he snaps his hips, his pelvis putting pressure where I need it.

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