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“No,” I said. “I want you to finish. No jerking off in your room by yourself.”

“I will finish,” Nolan said, chest heaving. “But you just came. I know it doesn’t always feel good to get fucked after that.”

I shook my head, defiant. “No. I want you to. Inside me.”

I wasn’t going to let Nolan take that away from me. That proof that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. For all I knew, this would be the first and last time we did this. If itwasthe last time, I wanted to keep a piece of him with me.

“You’re sure?” he asked, looking concerned.

“Yes.” I smiled slyly, then batted my eyelashes at him, doing my best video voice. “Please fill me up? I need it. Need to feel you come inside me.”

It worked. Nolan’s nostrils flared, and he pumped into me again. Within seconds, he was back to the speed he’d been using before, fucking into me with force. And yeah, it was a lot of stimulation. Yeah, it was almost too much. But I didn’t care.

I wanted this. Needed it. Needed to know he wanted me.

So when his thrusts grew ragged, when his hips stuttered, I clenched my muscles and released, working in time with his movements, drawing his orgasm out of him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him closer, and relished the groans of pleasure, the final thrusts, the rush of warmth, and then the stillness as he collapsed on top of me.

I have you now, I thought.No matter what happens, you can’t deny we did this. You wanted me. You fucked me. You made me yours.

I wasn’t sure how long we lay there, exhaustion settling over us like a blanket. I was in no hurry for him to pull out. No rush to get to the cleanup. I didn’t care about anything other than being here, connected, just like this.

When Nolan finally did pull away, he kissed me lightly on the lips. I tried not to sigh at how empty I felt when he went to get water and a washcloth. He was gentle as he cleaned me up, and he brought the cup of water to my lips, holding it as I drank, like he was taking care of me.

I didn’t hate it.

When I’d drunk my fill, and he’d set the cup down on the nightstand, I expected him to stand up and make some excuse to leave. I’d been bracing for it since he’d gotten up the first time, reminding myself that I knew this would happen.

But instead, he slid into bed behind me. I didn’t even wait a second before I turned and buried my face in his chest, breathing deep. I loved the smell of him. The feel of him. The everything.

Nolan’s hand stroked my back in circles, like he was calming me down, guiding me towards sleep. As if I needed any help. I was fighting drowsiness, every minute we lay there dragging me closer to oblivion.

“Nolan?” I said, forcing myself awake for a final second.

“Hmm?”

“If you’re gone when I wake up, just…thank you. For, you know.”

“Shh,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my temple. “Go to sleep.”

And within seconds, I did, a smile on my face.

14

Nolan

Iwoke up with hair in my face again, but this time…this time was different.

I was in Aiden’s room, for one thing, instead of my own. And I remembered everything about the night before. About what got me here.

I flushed.

The things we’d done. The things I’d said to him in the heat of the moment. The way he’d felt on top of me…and underneath me…and wrapped around me. The way he’d thrown his head back with abandon, the trust he’d shown.

He’d let me make him come. Let me come inside him. Begged for it.

I remembered it too well.

But this morning was also different because of how I felt. There was no terror, no dread. Not even a slow-brewing anxiety creeping up the inside of my body like ivy. I felt…peace.

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