Page 141 of Consume Me

“I know you love your twin and everything, but he deserves that for being so fucking blind,” Blake says.

“Hunter is complicated… and whatever is holding him back…”

“Yes, well, I tried to stay away. That never works out when you want something as badly as I wanted you.”

The wound has healed but the reminder that I thought my feelings were one-sided still stings.

“I’m so damn sorry for ever hurting you,” he says with so much sincerity, his eyelids lowering in shame.

I cup his face, bringing him down to my level and brush my lips against his. “But you came back.”

“Isn’t it fucking ironic? I left because of you. I came back for you.”

“Just don’t do that again, please.”

“I swear,” he says, taking my hand and placing it over his chest. “Now, swing your ass over to the dance floor.”

“Will you dance with me?”

“If you think anyone else will, then he’d have to get past me.”

I arch a brow, fully aware no one will or can. The smug expression he wears is rather endearing. After all, I know my man.

As the music shifts to something more sensual, I rest my cheek on Blake’s chest as he sways us around to a soft rhythm.

I look at Celine and Kaden lost in each other, then Abigail and Dane in their own world. My brother has a drink in his hand, watching everyone from the entrance. And Bailey is at the bar chatting with Xander.

When the ballad ends, the girls steal me away. I blow Blake a kiss as I go with them. Bailey joins us, and for the next three songs, we dance, while the guys are never far away.

“I’m thirsty,” I say to the girls. When I reach the bar, Blake offers me a bottle of water.

“Thank you.”

He cocks his head, arching a perceptive brow. “I know what my woman needs.”

I will never tire of hearing him say that. Every time he claims me, flutters spread from my belly to my chest. I take a few sips. “You’re the best boyfriend.”

“I intend to be your best everything.”

I lace my arms around his neck, getting on my tiptoes to kiss him.

“Going back to the girls.”

“You do that, because afterward, you’re going to sway that ass only on my dick.”

My boyfriend is an underrated romantic.

“I can’t wait,” I say, all flirty and sashaying, sure that he’s going to watch.

“You’re getting fucked hard tonight. I always do when I provoke Dane.”

“Ah, so you love just getting fucked hard, huh?” Celine asks Abi, amusement clear in her voice.

We burst into laughter as Abi looks at Dane, who wears a knowing look. That guy is so confident in her love, it warms my chest. Their love story is so heartbreaking yet enduring.

“I love him so much,” Abi says dreamingly.

“We know,” I offer.

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