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“I’m tired. Can we just go to bed?” I grumbled with a pout, quickly attempting to shift the conversation.

He shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

My mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”

A wicked smirk lifted on his lips. “You think we’re just gonna sneak up to my bed, and cuddle, and eventually fall asleep all cute-like?”

I slowly nodded, narrowing my gaze as his eyes darkened. “I mean, that’s why I came?”

“Nah, Kit Kat. You’re about to come because I’m going to fuck you until your legs won’t stop shaking. I played nice earlier since it was your first. This time, tonight, this is for me.”

And he dragged me into the house before I had the ability to protest.

Chapter 26

BERNIE

Quiet.

My head was quiet. The early morning sun pierced through the slit in my curtains as I brushed my fingers up Kat’s bare back.

But my head was quiet.

Had been the moment she’d shown up in the backyard last night.

I’d never had to change my sheets as quietly as I had last night though. Accidentally waking Raiden, my mom, or Ford up with a naked Kat lying on my floor while I stripped the bed was not a look I had wanted to explain. But luckily, no one had stirred.

The sex-soiled sheets lay wadded up in the corner of my room, something I’d take to the washer once I helped Kat sneak back out of the house. They were a concern for later. Right now, I wanted nothing to spoil the serenity of the moment. She gently groaned, smacking her lips lightly as she wiggled closer against my side.

I smiled softly, studying the barely visible freckles on her tanned skin. Strands of copper hair drifted across lashes that I slowly began to count. Seeing her beautiful blue eyes had become an addiction, but right now, this was better than anything else.

She was here, naked in my bed, sleeping calmly beside me without a care in the world.

Kat wasn’t the first girl to sleep in my bed, but she would be the last. I didn’t deserve her. I didn’t deserve any of this. But I would fight like hell to someday earn it. I would stop at nothing to be the man she believed I was.

Rolling toward her, I pressed my lips against her forehead and closed my eyes.

“Hi.” Her silky voice vibrated against my bare chest.

“Hi, Kit Kat,” I whispered. “Ready for round two?”

“Of course.” She smacked my back. “Way to ruin the moment, Bottle Cap.”

Chuckling, I threaded my fingers through her hair and shoved my hips against her.

“Stop it,” she grumbled but threw a leg over mine.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned in her ear, rubbing my morning wood against her slick center again.

“Bernie, despite what you’re feeling, I am very sore. Like…very very sore.”

“All right,” I replied, opting to not make some joke and instead slid my hand down her back. Digging my fingers into her voluptuous ass cheek, Ipecked her forehead again. “Let’s get you home. I’ll pick up some Epsom salt for your bath and swing back by later before the cookout tonight.”

She inhaled deeply, and warm kisses peppered my chest. “Is this normal?”

Pausing, I pulled away enough to look down at her. “Is what normal?”

“Well, last night was…I mean, I thought I’d be scared because you were very aggressive and rough and very…just yeah. But I wasn’t afraid, and it didn’t hurt, and you made me feel like I was weirdly in control even though I wasn’t exactly… And I’m pretty sure I have hickeys in places I shouldn’t, but I also know I asked for them, and now you’re all soft and gentle and—”

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