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He fills me completely, and between him and the butt plug I feel full and whole. I arch my back and moan as he remains still and lets me get used to his invasion. With one thumb on my clit and the other pressing my wrists into the bed, I’m completely at his mercy.

Lukas sinks his lips onto mine and claims my mouth as he’s claimed every part of me. “In every version of our story I love you. I never stopped.”

I feel his love, his fears, and all I want is him to feel mine. I love him. I’m scared to be without him. I can’t imagine my future without him.

“I love you, too.”

I cry out as he drive into me. Each deep thrust sends me closer to the edge he’s put me on so many times tonight, sometimes letting me fall. He circles my clit with his thumb, and everything is too much. He’s all consuming. He’s my world, my heart, my future. I cry out his name as I come.

He follows after a few more hard thrusts.

I flatten into the mattress and I never want to leave.

He rolls off and starts cleaning me up. “Lukas?”

“Yes, love?”

“Do you have any cookies?”

“No, love.”

I frown. I guess it was a one-time thing. “Oh, okay.”

“I have chocolate cake.”

YESSSSSSS!

“And tacos.”

I might have to marry this man.

ChapterThirty-Three

Lukas

Waverly hasto leave at an ungodly hour to get ready for the wedding and, a tiny detail I forgot, she’s a morning person. She’s chipper like a squirrel running between my bathroom and my kitchen while I watch from the comfort of my bed. Is this what waking up will be like for… well however long we last this time?

And do I like it?

Before she leaves, Waverly presses her lips to my forehead. “See you later.”

I grab her wrist, holding her still for a moment. “Do we need a code word if the wedding gets to be too much for you?”

“For me?” She backs up, touching her chest in shock. “What about you?”

I’ve been dealing with their bullshit for my whole life, I’ve got thick armor. Waverly hasn’t experienced my mother’s backlash or my brother’s pettiness. I need to protect her.

“Fine, we’ll both use a code word if we need to break from the drama.”

She thinks for a few seconds then offers, “House cow or pig farm?” Then she taps her chin in further thought. “I guess there’s a possibility of mixing those two and getting a house pig and a cow farm.”

“Or a house farm and a pig cow.”

She straightens her shoulders, and her pride lights my room more than the rising sun. “Look at you. One night with me and you’re already telling jokes. I might get you to smile in public in a week.”

I release her from my grasp and cross both arms around my chest. “I smile. I’m a happy guy.”

Even as the words leave my lips, I don’t believe them. And I know she doesn’t either. But she has a solution for that too. Because, of course she does.

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