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A pretty blush steals its way up her cheeks and her hands shake as she reaches for me, helping me out of my shirt. The hunger in her eyes as she takes in my chest makes my cock throb behind the fly of my jeans.

“Wow,” she reverently whispers. Her fingers go to my ribs where I have her last letter tattooed on my skin in her handwriting. She won’t be able to see enough of it to know what it is yet, but she’ll see it in time. “You’ve really grown into yourself Dustin.”

I smirk at her as I undress her the rest of the way, taking in every creamy inch of her skin I uncover before I shuck my clothes like they’re on fire. “You have no idea,” there’s adangerous edge to my voice which has a shiver running up her spine.

When we’re naked, she closes the distance between us and presses her body against mine. Fucking hell. I plunder her mouth, taking everything that she can give me, as I lift her and lay her down on the bed. The way her hair fans out over the pillow is like a damn dream.

“I’m already on edge,” I grit out through my teeth. “I know I should be taking my time with you, but I can’t.”

“I don’t need you to take your time, Dustin. I need you to show me who I belong to,” her voice is breathy with need.

I slide a hand down the front of her body, sliding over her collarbone and down to her tit which I squeeze before moving on. When I get to her pussy, I swipe a finger along her slit to find her dripping wet for me.

“You’re soaked,” it’s not an accusation, just a statement of fact.

Her eyebrow arches, the challenge on her face matching her words, “What are you going to do about it?”

After I line myself up at her entrance, I push past her glistening pussy lips and start to sink inside of her inch by fucking inch. “I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll forget everything other than my name and how fucking good it feels,” I growl.

Her back arches and she moans my name, loudly and full of desire, as her fingers grip my shoulders. I can feel the way her body is begging for more when I’m buried to the hilt. I rotate my hips, pushing impossibly deeper, before pulling out slowly.

When I fill her again, it’s faster and her answering groan of pleasure makes my control fray. Her walls squeeze around my length and it’s the single best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Our bodies move together, the forbidden, the taboo of it all, spurring us on to fuck harder. Every movement is needy.

Our mouths meet, all teeth and tongue, as I fuck her. My balls are ready to explode as they draw up closer to my body. I swear I see stars as I plow into my woman and claim her.

I won’t hide her away. I won’t allow her to be some dirty secret.

“That’s right,” I growl, “you’re close.” The whimper she lets out in response has me punching my hips forward faster, needing her to tip over the edge with me. “Zayla, you’re going to come all over my dick. Yes, sweetheart,” I encourage and praise her, “just like that. Milk my cum from my cock.”

I’m aware that I’m not wearing a condom. I won’t do it. Not with her.

Since I won’t do anything to put her in danger, ever, the only real question is whether she’s on birth control. The thought of her pregnant with my child, of giving breath to the love between us even if we haven’t said those words yet, has me fucking her harder and faster. I want it.

I want it all.

“Dustin,” the scream is ripped from her as her pussy walls undulate around my dick and pull me over the edge with her.

“Fuck yes,” I moan and bury my face in her neck, tasting her with every word, “knew you would take me so fucking perfectly. You’re mine, Zayla, and I’m never giving you up.”

And I won’t. Not now, not ever.

I’ll take on all of Jasper Ridge if I have to. I’ll take on our parents without a second thought.

“You’re mine,” I murmur softly after I’ve rolled off my woman and pulled her to me until she’s half-way draped over my body.

It feels perfect and, even if only for this moment, I can forget about everything else we need to talk about. If she wants me to shout in the middle of town about us being together for everyone to hear, I’ll do it.

“Yours,” she echoes.

CHAPTER 4

ZAYLA

Bacon? How in the world am I smelling bacon right now? I take a deep breath and spread my limbs like a starfish. The warmth coming from the other side of my bed has me freezing in place just as everything that happened yesterday comes rushing back to me.

And I do mean everything.

My memories are punctuated by the ache in my body that is not normal for me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not an unwelcome feeling, but definitely not what I’m used to. Muscles are screaming at me which do not normally get the workout they had last night.

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