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“Okay,” says my last working brain cell.

And that was the end of Gabe Finch.

Cause of death: crushed by Wade Boehner’s velvety pillow lips.

Our friends’ hollers mute to nothing, my ears ringing with silence except for the dull groan vibrating between us.

Wade kisses me like he’s dying of thirst, and I’m water, his tongue lapping and lapping. It’s desperate. Needy. Like nothing else can give him what he wants. Nothing and no one but me.

I catch a runaway breath. Shrill whistles and raucous cheering crescendo as he pulls away, his lazy smile pressed to my lips.

“Atta girl.”

Thank God for his arm supporting me because my knees have buckled. I’m a human puddle. A very,verywet one. He shouldn’t be allowed to have that effect on me with only a kiss.

I expect Wade to let go and enjoy the rest of the night with his boys. He does no such thing.

He doesn’t even move. Eyes locked on mine.

A noiseless lull passes.

“Everyone good with taking their cake to-go?”

Sounds of agreement reply back.

“Yep!”

Skylar herds the group toward the door.

Probably wise. My brain is in the gutter with no logic. Only filth remains.

They’re gone within two minutes, and we’ve scrambled toward the bedroom door, limbs ensnared in a backward tango.

My composure snaps and clasps his throat, slamming him against the door. Every ounce of rage and horniness boils over.

“You’reinfuriating,” I grit out. “It’s making me feel really out of control.”

Wade freezes, stunned. I’m stunned at what comes next, too.

“New rule, Pretty Boy. We’re gonna fuck.”

Chapter 13

You Want to Use Me?

Wade

Gabe has no right feelingthis good.

The cake mixture we exchanged is tasteless compared to her. She’s a sweet, sweet torture in my arms and against my mouth.

She drinks everything I pour into her, and somehow, I’m the one drowning, drowning, drowning. And right when it’s my last breath, she pulls me back to the surface.

I thought I’d get used to it. That the novelty would run out. I was wrong. So horribly, terribly wrong. And hard. Painfully, woefully hard.

Her moan travels straight down my dick. Twitchy bastard is gonna embarrass me. So, I keep her close, using her body to cover the boner. Gabe sends a silent, unspeakable rage my way.

God, I’m a douche.

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