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Washed clean by a wave of emotion, I took a breath, pressing my lips against his. "It's not your fault," I repeated, holding him closer, my body buzzing in celebration of this revelation.

He groaned as I kissed him so hard, our teeth crashed up against each other, but neither of us cared as I toppled him over on his back and climbed on top of him, pulling my dress over my head as I did. He hardened instantly beneath his jeans. The breeze against the tiny hairs on my skin emphasized my freedom.

He looked up at me, his features strained with need and as I rolled the bottom of his shirt upward, he pulled it off. His back thudded into the soft blanket, and his hair was in disarray. I snapped a mental photo of him for later when I returned to his painting. But now, I kissed him without abandon, spoke without abandon. With the tension of resentment broken, I let everything I've been holding back out of fear fall from my lips onto his.

"I love you," I confess. I always have, even when I didn't want to. It's such a relief to say it aloud without worrying about 'repercussions.' I'm not interested in thinking past this moment in time.

He groaned, replying without words as he rolled me onto my back. He'd already said it sometime between last night and this morning. He didn't have to say it again. I felt it in the way he looked at me, cared for me, and went out of his way to make me smile. Wrapping my arms around him, his kisses grew more passionate and desperate for more of my body. I wished I could suck him into my veins. He grinned at the way I pulled him against me in a bear hug, wrapping my legs around him even as his weight slammed into me.

Nipping my chin, he slowed his kisses and rolled his hips as if remembering that we had all the time in the world. He ground against my panties, soaking through his jeans, until I loosened my hold on him, needing him to take me. He sighed into my neck, his lips a firm caress as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slid them over my hips.

With my legs splayed before him and the breeze wafting across my slickness, he eased off me and allowed his eyes to take in all of me while he unbuttoned his jeans and licked his lips. He didn't say anything; his gaze spoke a thousand words and my belly ached with need as his long, thick member sprang free. My nipples became hard beads as he lowered himself over me. My heart skipped a hundred beats and I arched my back, the needles of pleasure and impatience too hot to handle.

Nibbling on my lip while he kissed me, he inserted himself with a groan. I'm already so primed for him, so wet and ready, that he slipped in with the slightest amount of give to make me gasp. Before I could wrap my legs and arms around him again to keep him tight against me, he cupped my breast, pushing it upward and dipping his head to take it.

His teeth and tongue teased my needy nipple as his steady strokes injected euphoric waves into my bloodstream. Dropping my head to sneak a peek at him caused heat to flood me, and I grabbed onto the blanket, throwing my head back as my pussy constricted around him. He groaned, and I moaned in unison. His thrusts grew purposeful, pushing me toward my release, and I gagged on the air rushing into my open mouth.

"Eric," I gasped, the peak in sight. He nuzzled my neck, panting into me, dizzying me with his hot breath until I convulsed around him.

"Shit," he swore, fucking me through the crashing waves until he could no longer bear it. Pulling out of me, he took a breath and rolled on his back, his dick still very much erect. "Damn, Lily." He smiled at me after a few seconds of breath passed between us.

But I'm not in the mood for smiling. Through the slit of my eyes, I regarded his dick with mouth-watering need. He watched me as I moved toward him, groaning before I even settled between his legs and took him into my mouth.

In all my hookups since Marco, I haven't given any man a blow job. I've fucked for my own pleasure, the thought of serving them with my mouth disgusting to me. I surprised myself with how dizzy the feeling of him inside my mouth made me. Even when his hand guided my head, I'm eager. My eyes rolled back at the flavor of both of us against my tongue, hitting the back of my throat along with the tip of his dick.

He braced himself up on his elbows to look at me. Lacking in this particular area, I gagged as his wide tip slipped into the hollow of my throat.

"Lily," he grunted, choking through his whisper as he tried not to make any noise. My mouth bounced off his dick, spit sliding down it as I recovered my breath. "Come here." He cupped my chin and pulled me up to him.

Rolling me on my back, he inserted himself into me. I yelped at the pressure as he pumped me full of him. "Shhh." He grinned. "The other guys will hear."

He pressed his lips to mine to muffle my moans. My walls tightened at the thought of being heard by them, and I came within seconds, shaking against him and pulling him closer.

"Fuck." He pulled his lips away to mutter, setting my breath and wailing free. Pulling out of me, he slapped the inside of my leg with his thick penis, raking his teeth across my jaw. "You like the thought of them hearing you, don't you?" he breathed into my ear, not a single doubt in his mind since I'm basically howling like a wolf at the moon.

But did I tell him that? Would that make him jealous? Bring out the possessive side I'd yet to see? Lucky for me, he's distracted by the crook of my neck, his lips parading from there all over my sweaty, tender skin and down between my legs. He kissed me there with the same amount of love he showered my lips with, and I'm soon bucking against him again, sobbing when he kept going after every orgasm, bringing me to yet another release until I worried whether or not I'd stop coming.

On the edge of the next release, I cried, my hole tender, hot, and shuddering. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Please."

This time, we locked eyes as he drove into me, knowing both our climaxes were quickly approaching.

Chapter 26

Ryan

Restless and unable to stop myself from thinking about Lily and Eric on their date no more than a few meters away, I'd become hyper-fixated on the unmatched wallpaper in certain areas all around the house. Needing to take my mind off the boiling tension within me, I snooped, only to find the punched-in walls Lily had skipped over in our conversation in the park. When I stripped off the wallpapers, Ethan and Matt thought I'd lost my mind until I'd filled them in on my plan.

"There's no way she'd go for that," Matt had protested. "You can't just come into her house and make changes." He crossed his arms.

"Says you with the whole 'security cameras' idea," I'd scoffed.

"Wait, you're buying her security cameras?" Ethan asked. "That's thoughtful."

"You don't have a thing for her too, do you?" I asked, almost throwing my hands in the air. I mean, I got it but come on.

"What? No. Wait. What do you mean 'too?' Who else has a thing for her apart from Eric?" He'd gasped.

"Nobody." I dropped my eyes, stealing a glance at Ethan who was looking at the wall with a mouth shrug and his hand on his hips as if scrutinizing a painting.

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