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“Fuck,” I whimpered, face against his neck, arms tight around him, holding on as he drove me closer and closer to that edge yet again. Every inch of me felt coiled, ready to shatter apart until, finally, I did.

The orgasm was an explosion with long aftershocks of pleasure that rolled through me endlessly as Rico kept fucking me, like he was getting off just as much on my pleasure as I was.

I was still trying to catch my breath when he was pulling away, rolling me onto my belly, then grabbing my hips, and pulling my ass up toward him.

His fingers flexed on my hip as I felt the head of him sliding up my cleft, teasing over my clit for a second, then sliding back and slamming deep inside of me.

I cried out against the cushion, my thighs clenching, finding myself even more sensitive than before as he started to fuck me. Not hard this time. Just fast. His breathing went ragged as my heart threatened to pound out of my chest.

His hand went around me, slipping between my thighs to engage my clit as he kept fucking me, demanding just one more orgasm out of my already tingling, exhausted body.

“There it is,” Rico groaned as my walls clenched around him. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock one more time,” he demanded. Then, like he ordered, I did. “Fuck,” he groaned. “That’s a good girl,” he said, making me whimper as he kept fucking me through it, then slammed deep and came with a groaned curse.

Rico dropped down on the couch next to me, pulling me back until my legs were draped over his lap and my head was rested against his shoulder.

His one arm draped across my hips. The other hand was holding the back of my neck, keeping me against him as if I had any intention of moving away.

I knew that the ugly realities of my life would come flooding back sooner than I wanted. I was going to let myself enjoy this for the short time that it lasted.

I sat there listening to the sound of Rico’s heartbeat and getting surrounded by woodsmoke and cigars, praying that the scent was all over me even after he left.

It was all just so… comforting. So cozy.

I was asleep before I was even aware of how tired I was.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Rico

I hugged Kick closer, then slowly lowered her down onto her side on the couch so I could get up.

Dragging my pants back up, I made my way down the hall and into the bathroom, cleaning up, then making my way into Kick’s bedroom to grab the covers off of her bed.

She’d been out cold on me for a solid half an hour before I moved and I hoped that if I could keep her warm, she would stay asleep and get the rest she so desperately needed.

“Hey, bud,” I greeted Evander who watched me cover up Kick from his position on the counter. “She didn’t feed you, huh?” I asked, walking over to scratch his head. “Listen, if I feed you, will you let her sleep?” I asked as I started to look through the cabinets until I found the little metal cans of food.

He watched me as I emptied it into his bowl, then stared up at me expectantly. “Oh, right. The milk,” I said, going into the fridge to get it, giving it a sniff, then pouring some into the other side of his bowl. “Heard you’ve been nicer to her lately,” I said as he ate. My own gaze slipped to the couch where Kick hadn’t moved an inch, her burgundy hair slightly covering her face, her lips parted in sleep. “I get it,” I added.

I expected to feel, I don’t know, done. Like I’d been thinking leading up to this. That I would fuck her out of my system, then I could move on. Stop obsessing about her. Stop picturing stupid shit like buying a new condo, one with extra bedrooms for kids, with enough room for a dining room that could seat us all.

“Christ,” I sighed as the cat finished his milk then started to clean himself.

I needed to get home, get some sleep myself. See if a little distance could make me more clear-headed.

Though some part of me was struggling to make my way to the door. Even if I knew it was the best for both of us.

What we had was fun.

But we both needed to move on now.

“Let her sleep, okay, man? She needs this,” I told Evander before locking the door, then making my way out.

Every step away from her apartment felt wrong as fuck. But I forced my legs to keep carrying me. Out of the building. Onto the street.

I spotted two guys hanging out a few buildings down and had the most insane urge to walk over there and beat their faces in on theoffchance that they might want to break into Kick’s apartment.

And on that fucking crazy note, I walked my ass the whole way home in the cold. Which did jack-shit to chill the feelings I felt growing for Kick.

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