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“I know that too.”

“I’ll try. I don’t want to hurt you—”

“Stop talking and make me feel good, will you?”

This woman . . . she was made for me.

I enter her with a single stroke. Her nails dig into my shoulders, but I hardly feel it. I don’t feel anything but the sensation of her tight pussy milking my dick. Needing to feel her walls clamp down on me again, I draw back and flex my hips forward.

“Again,” she whimpers, her legs reflexively tightening around me. “Again.”

So I do.

I hook one arm under one of her legs, hiking it up so I can thrust even deeper. With the flashlight uselessly pointing toward the copse of tress, I revel in the shadows cast by the moon overhead. The chance to be open without risk of being judged. I kiss Levi’s chest. Her collarbone. I whisper in her ear, promising that I’m gonna deliver her straight to fucking heaven with an orgasm so good she’ll never forget it.

She’ll never forgetme.

She clasps my face between my hands, kissing me squarely on the mouth as though she knows my features so well that she doesn’t even need the light to find me. I suck on her tongue, and I piston my hips forward, and I silently damn myself for taking this step with her. There’s no coming back from this moment. Each thrust feeds my addiction. Each gasp that leaves her mouth is another reason for me to make it my sole mission in life to see Levi come. Daily.

My mouth finds hers in a demanding kiss and for the first time in my life, I let myselffeel.Feel the need that tightens my balls and puts my orgasm at the ready. Feel the way Levi isn’t content with letting me put in all the work—her hips rise to meet mine, over and over again. Feel the emotion that surges forth when she whispers in my ear that she’s never felt so good as she does underneath me.

Ruined.

It’s the perfect word for how I feel when she comes around my cock, my name on her lips. I drive my hips forward, hitting her at the perfect angle, and there’s no stopping the inevitable when her sex clenches my dick like a vise. With a guttural groan, I hurtle into the oblivion right along with her.

Her arms circle my back, sweeping her palms down my spine in a gentle gesture.

Safe.

The word settles in besideruin, then kicks the latter to the curb. Try as I do to stifle it back into the dark depths of my soul, it flips me the bird with mocking gusto.

Levi threads her fingers through my hair.

And she breathes out a quiet laugh into my neck.

“You took a risk and got your reward,” I murmur into her skin, that goddamn word refusing to take a hike and leave me alone.Safe.So stupid and silly, and yet I can’t deny the shudder that wracks my limbs when she kisses my forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’m on Cloud Nine.”

“Good,” I grunt. “That’s real good.”

But Levi is Levi, and I’m not surprised when she forces me to look up at her, even though I can’t make out her features. “And how do you feel?” she asks.

I answer honestly, in the only way I know how: “I feel like I’ve won the Super Bowl all over again.”

A soft kiss meets my forehead. “I know exactly what you mean.”

Yeah. I knew she would.

26

Aspen

“Mom, can I drive to practice today?”

I meet my son’s excited gaze as we pack up all our stuff for a day full of scrimmaging. Unfortunately for him, my stomach has formed a hard lump ofhell to the no.I’ve yet to recover from the last time he got behind the wheel, and I’m not sure I ever will. Bikes are a good method of transportation. Eco-friendly, no revving engine . . . Really, they’re perfect for fifteen-year-old boys determined to turn their mothers’ hair completely gray.

“Mom? Can I?”

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