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"Ew. See what I mean?" I teased.

Gotta say, having fun with him, loosening up and allowing myself to flow into his energy as he flowed into mine, wasn't making me want to jump his bones less. Instead, I'm filled with an easy way of being that's inviting me into his arms, preferably followed by some slow, intimate lovemaking. Even watching his hands knead that chicken and the flavors of the seasoning caused me to drool, heightening the tension. Every time I tried to get closer to him, he reminded me that he was serious about not having an ulterior motive. I reminded him that I didn't mind an ulterior motive, and he just laughed.

It wasn't until we're done eating, my mom's in bed, and he was washing up the dishes in the kitchen when he allowed me to snuggle up against his back and run my hand underneath his shirt and over his abs.

"Thanks for helping me cook." I kissed the center of his spine.

"Anytime. I'm just happy to be in your presence." He didn't stop my hand from slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts.

"And thanks for forgiving me that message," I breathed, relieved to find that he's hard.

The dishes clattered in the sink before he turned around to face me. He placed a hand in my hair and cradled my face.

"Thanks for agreeing to let me come over here," he murmured before kissing me, equally hard and soft at once.

My body came alive, given the permission to indulge in its nasty desires again. I moaned as his kisses deepened and became more electric, spiking charges through my body that left me unable to catch my breath. My shirt was over my head faster than I could blink, and I trembled under his gaze as he unhooked my black push-up bra. When he popped the button of my jean shorts off, air rushed back into my body, and I licked my lips, reaching for his shirt and licking the saltiness from his chest. Forcing my shorts over my hips, I watched as he stepped out of his, and his dick sprang free.

I groaned, falling to my knees in my black thong, mouth open and ready to pull him into me. He swore upon impact, my warm breath and silky wet tongue moving over his shaft. "Lily," he groaned. "Shouldn't... we... have... showered... first? Fuck," he bit out. I watched his eyes roll over.

"Mm-mm." I lifted my mouth off him, spitting on his dick and massaging it with my hand. "I like you dirty."

"Fuck. Lily, I love you so damn much." He reached down to trace my lips with his thumb.

I sucked it into my mouth before lowering my head toward the bigger target, noting just before my mouth covered him, that pre-cum was settling at his tip. My clit jumped in reaction, and I closed my eyes in bliss, sucking him until he could no longer take it. He pulled himself from my mouth, lifting me up off the floor and carrying me over to the burgundy couch.

"Think it's about time we break this couch in," he said, lowering me onto it, flipping me over onto my knees with my ass up in the air.

He knelt behind me, licking and fingering me as I screamed into the matching burgundy pillow, Ethan, Matt, and Ryan's faces popping into view. I could see the wall they fixed from this angle, and I shuddered against Eric's face. His tongue intensified my orgasm, and images of his friends shirtless and panting brought me to a second peak. I'm howling into the pillow, biting down onto it when he flipped me over onto my back, and it's just me and him again. His darkened, hungry gaze made my stomach flip as he inserted himself into me.

When he brought his lips to mine, I shed a tear. "Oh! I love you. I love you so much, Eric," I moaned.

He fucked me harder at that, grunting my name. I let myself be taken by him, surrendering the need to control our pleasure. My nails dug into his back, my fingers pulled on his hair, he sucked on my titties until I erupted into another release. This time, the pillow was thrown who the hell knows where, and my hollering provided erotic surround-sound background music to the soft evening twilight filtering through the window and painting the room in hues of pink and yellow.

He came soon after, jerking and spilling himself inside me. I wrapped my arms around his hard, sweaty body as he wiped his hand through his hair, flipping it off his forehead. He sighed against me, kissing my cheek before climbing into the large couch behind me. With him pressed up against my ass, I could feel that he hadn't completely softened yet.

"Wait. Put it back in." I reached behind me and grabbed his ass.

Panting, he grinned. "What? Babe. I'm spent." He kissed my shoulder.

"I know, I just want to fall asleep with you inside me." I locked my fingers with his; his arm was slipped beneath my head.

He obliged me, and I gasped as it pushed past my swollen pussy lips, slipping along our juices. Kissing our interlocked fingers, I pressed my ass closer into him.

"Mmm," he groaned, kissing my neck. "If you don't watch it, you might have me hard again in a minute."

Shortly after, his snores confirmed that he'd be needing more than a minute. I smiled, shifting into a more comfortable position, closing my eyes against the thump of his pulse against my ear.

"Please, don't ever leave me again," I murmured.

He surprised me when he hugged me closer and responded with a murmur of his own. "Just don't keep pushing me away, and I'm here to stay," he promised, and you know what? I believed him.

For the first time in my life, I dreamed of marriage and a stupid white dress and a stupid grin on my face like Ann-Marie had on hers. With Eric at the altar, beaming at me, and tears falling from both our eyes. He made a joke to ease the overwhelming emotion. Along with his best friends. They're standing there too. As groomsmen? And it's not awkward at all between the five of us.

Chapter 36

Lily

It's a hectic morning to say the least. It's the day of the fair, and the sun was out and blazing. I had to find the perfect balance to protect my mom's skin and keep her cool all at once. She's in loose mid-thigh shorts today, with little polka dots and a yellow tank top. Ryan picked out the outfit for her when I opted for lightweight joggers and a T-shirt. 'Just because she's ill doesn't mean she can't be cute along with the rest of us. Plus, she'll burn up in that,' he'd said.

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