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I don’t. I can’t. Not until I feel her walls clamp around my tongue. Only then do I release her.

Thankfully, she’s too occupied with herself to try to return the favor. Once I have her on her back, she’s trembling and arching. So sensitive, she barely acknowledges the way I crowd the space between her thighs.

“Need inside.” I don’t recognize my voice, or the desperation to make them ring true. Knowing Cassidy is all mine, nothing is holding me back.

She nods her head, gasping when I push into her wet heat. So slick from her release, it takes all but one solid thrust before I’m buried deep.

I can’t tell which one of us is suffering more. Her grip on my cock leaves me groaning against her front.

This is pure bliss, and it becomes even more so when I pull back and sink right back in to double-check that this is real.

“You feel so fucking good, Cas.” Breathing out a moan, my hips rock. “Not going to last long at all at this rate.” Between her grip and the view of her body already withering below me, it’s a combination that promises my downfall. “Your pussy keeps sucking me in.”

She smiles and I fall for her all over again. Looking at me through her lashes, her hands lift and cup her breasts. Squeezing them, her fingers pinch and twist her nipples.

“Are you trying to make surviving impossible?” Forcing out a laugh, my eyes are locked on her fingers.

Wanting to return the same behavior, I sneak a hand toward her over sensitized clit. Once my thumb makes contact, her eyes snap open and she’s smart to slap one of her hands over her mouth.

As badly as I would kill to hear her cry out my name, we’ll save it for a time no one else will be able to hear her. For now, I’ll enjoy the tease of her whimpers being silenced by her fingers.

Cock pulsating, I grow closer and closer to my limit. With every thrust, I’m left gritting my teeth while wishing I could drag this out longer. I don’t want this to end.

When her body jerks and curves, I know it’s over for me. As a second orgasm chases after her first, her walls tighten and constrict around me, milking my release as my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. Leaving my head spinning, my thrusts slow and I push deeper until there’s no space left to give.

As we’re both left panting and staring at each other, she’s the first to crack a smile. Reaching up, she drags me down for a kiss. Despite crushing her with my weight, she all but invites my body against hers. A sigh slips from her lips and tickles mine.

“Rusty?” She snorts and shakes her head. “Okay.”

Grinning as she scoffs, I groan as I pull out. Glancing down and seeing the mess we’ve made, I glance toward the door. “Do you think they’d notice if we tried to crowd the bathroom to clean up?”

The corners of her eyes crinkle as she bites her lip. “They might die of shock if they find out. Well, Dad might.”

As much as I care about my best friend’s health, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

She giggles when I tell her so. Hunting for our discarded clothing, I grab my shirt off of the ground. Tugging it over her head to help cover up most of her body, I pluck her off the bed.Even better, I can’t fight the grin off my face when she gasps as I pick her up.

“Mylo!” Hissing my name, she tries to cover her blush. Rather than give her time to start complaining about her heaviness again, I head off in the direction of her door toquietlysneak off toward the bathroom.

Knowing how much the room echoes, we’re both going to have to be extra careful to avoid getting caught.

11

Cassidy

Three Years Later

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I can not believe him. Starting without me? The audacity.

Running through the cabin, my socks glide as soon as I reach the tile of the kitchen. Almost slipping and falling, I all but crash into the coat rack. With more to pick from, I grab one of Mylo’s heavier ones and throw it over my shoulders. Even though the sleeves hang past my fingers, I don’t think twice as I shove my feet into boots.

By the time I’m yanking open the front door, I’m all but ready to scold my husband. With a hundred words weighing on my tongue, they dry up with anotherthump.

Noticing my arrival, his biceps flex with another swing of the ax in his hands. As the log splits in two, he pulls back and wipes the sweat glistening on his forehead.

“What took you so long?” As a grin appears behind his beard, he grabs the ax handle and yanks it free.

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