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“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, licking my tears away, soft slides of his tongue that eased some of the ache. “Just feel me. I’m right here.”

His teeth bit down gently into my shoulder, and the slight pain centered me enough for my body to pull me into a deep climax.

“I love you,” I cried as my core squeezed him tighter.

“Keep saying it,” he said roughly, his hips jerking in a staccato motion before he pushed deep and held himself there, his cock jerking inside me as he filled me with his cum.

I wrapped my legs around him, trying to get as close to him as I possibly could.

“Mine,” he murmured as he rolled us over so I was cradled against his chest.

“Yours,” I agreed, letting myself drift off with him still inside me.

CHAPTER 32

CASEY

Parker and I were walking down the street a few days later when we turned a corner…and there he was.

Gray.

He stopped in his tracks, his face turning pale as his incredulous gaze darted from the way Parker’s arm was wrapped around my waist…to my face.

“Casey?” he asked.

Parker’s fingers pressed into my side for a second, like he was tempted to grab me and carry me away…but then they softened.

“I’m going to talk to him for a second,” I whispered to him, staring up into Parker’s torn face.

There was a tic in his cheek as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them. “I’ll be over there, baby. But if he touches you…”

I smiled reassuringly. “It will be fine.”

“Just remember that I’m never letting you go,” he said, his lips claiming mine as his hand slid down to grab my ass, and he pulled me against his hard body, his dick stiffening between us.

I got lost like I always did. The world around us disappeared, and this moment became my only point of focus.

A throat cleared, and my eyes flew open as I broke away from Parker’s lips with a gasp.

Whoops.

I sheepishly glanced at Gray, a wave of shame rolling across my skin because he looked like I’d just stabbed him in the heart.

Parker reluctantly released me, a small smirk on his lips telling mehehadn’t forgotten Gray was there during that kiss. “I’ll be right over there,” he murmured before he slowly walked over to a bench and sat down, somehow making the park bench look like a throne as he lounged back like an insolent king.

“So you’re with him, even after everything I told you,” Gray spat, his fists clenched at his sides. “After everything we’ve?—”

I held up my hand. “I’m not letting you use Ben against me anymore,” I whispered.

Gray staggered back like I'd shot him.

“I—”

“That’s what you’ve been doing. You took me for granted, and every time you saw me slipping away, you used Ben to reel me back in.” My lip quivered as I stared at the boy I’d once thought that I’d loved.

And maybe Ihadloved him.

Maybe it was just hard to think of it as love because this thing between Parker and me was so overwhelming, so all-encompassing—it drowned everything else out in the world.

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