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I angle my hips to hit that spot inside her again and again, reveling in the broken cries spilling from her lips. Leaning down, I catch a straining nipple between my teeth, biting just hard enough to make her yelp and arch into my touch.

“You like that, baby?” I rasp, laving the sting with my tongue. “Like it when I fuck you hard and rough?”

“Yes,” Jasmyn sobs, tossing her head on the pillow. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop...”

As if I could. As if anything short of the apocalypse could tear me away from her right now. I’m a man possessed, totally lost to the slick slide of our bodies, the scent of our mingled arousal heavy in the air.

My hand slips between us to find Jasmyn’s clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub. She cries out sharply, her legs tightening around my waist as she teeters on the edge.

“That’s it, Jas,” I coax roughly. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

A few more thrusts coupled with the press of my fingers, and she shatters with a wordless shout, her release triggering myown. I bury myself deep and let go, my face pressed into the sweat-slick curve of her neck as I pulse inside her.

Slowly, reluctantly, I ease out and roll to the side, tucking Jasmyn against my chest. She comes willingly, tangling our legs together with a contented sigh. For a long moment we just breathe together, basking in the aftermath.

Sex with Jasmyn is always incredible, but this... this was something else entirely. I’ve never felt so connected to another person, so wholly consumed by wanting and needing someone.

As she dozes in my arms, I find myself replaying the last few weeks in my head. The way she crashed into my life and turned everything upside down. How she effortlessly charmed her way into Maisey’s affections - and mine. The simmering attraction between us that finally boiled over into this unshakable, undeniable bond.

I never thought I’d feel this way about anyone again, not after the way things ended with Maisey’s mother. I’d resigned myself to a life focused solely on my daughter and the ranch, my own needs and desires an afterthought at best.

But Jasmyn... she makes me want more. Makes me believe I could have a true partner - in life, in love, in all of it. She’s the sunshine to my grumpy storm cloud, the missing piece I never knew I needed.

Pressing a kiss to her temple, I tighten my hold and vow then and there to do whatever it takes to make this work. To be the man she deserves, the partner she can count on through thick and thin.

Because now that I’ve experienced the joy and rightness of loving this woman? I’m never letting her go.

Chapter Seven

JASMYN

The scentof freshly baked cinnamon rolls mingles with the smell of strong coffee as I settle into my chair at the Clayton family’s famous Sunday brunch.

Around the table, the Clayton clan is in full force. Luke and Maisey sit to my right. Wyatt and Melody sit across from us, while Brody and Savannah are engaged in animated conversation to my left. Jace is the last to join, sliding into the seat next to Brody with a yawn.

As plates are passed and coffee is poured, Wyatt reaches into a canvas tote bag beside his chair. He pulls out a glossy magazine, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he catches Brody’s eye. With a dramatic flourish, he tosses it onto the center of the table, narrowly missing a platter of bacon.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Wyatt says. “Seems our resident bull rider’s gone Hollywood on us.”

Brody’s face splits into a grin as he snatches up the magazine, his image gracing the cover. “What can I say? The camera loves me almost as much as the bulls do.”

“I wouldn’t get too cocky,” Savannah retorts playfully. “I had to use every trick in the book to make you look halfway presentable.”

“Oh really?” Brody raises an eyebrow. “And here I thought you were just mesmerized by my natural charm and good looks.”

Savannah rolls her eyes, but I catch the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Keep dreaming, cowboy. You’re not nearly as charming as you think you are sometimes.”

“I don’t know.” Jace peers over. “I think Brody’s got potential. Maybe he should quit bullriding and become a full-time model. What do you think, Savannah? You’ve got the inside scoop on the industry.”

Savannah taps her chin thoughtfully as she pretends to consider it. “Well, he’s certainly got the ego for it. But I’m not sure the modeling world is ready for Brody Clayton.”

“Hey now,” Brody protests. But his eyes are dancing with amusement. “I’ll have you know I can smolder with the best of them.”

Laughter ripples around the table, and I feel a surge of warmth.

Growing up as an only child, I’d always wondered what it would be like to have siblings. Now, surrounded by the Claytons’ easy banter and genuine affection, I’m getting a taste of that life.

Luke leans in close. “Sorry about all this. I know they can be a bit much sometimes.”

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