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“Asshole,” I growled.

He laughed then licked under my chin. “I’ll take that, too.”

His finger circled my clit, and then there was no holding back.

“Tate, oh, fuck Tate. Yes, give it to me. Yeah, it feels so good. Don’t stop.”

“Your wish is my command, Chelsea. I am the only man who will ever have you,” he roared, as my body vibrated and shattered against his muscled frame.

He wrecked me in the best way. My lips trembled against his as we came together.

“I love you, Chelsea,” he groaned.

Tate pulled me into his arms as he fell against the bed.

I peeked at him. “You played dirty, Tate.”

He leaned over and kissed my nose. “Yup. You aren’t that mad though.” Tate squeezed me.

“No, that was so good,” I moaned against his chiseled jawline.

“Chelse, I’m famished. We’ll head to the kitchen after I clean you up.”

I smiled. “Order a pizza.”

“No problem, babe.”

His sculpted ass disappeared into the bathroom. My fingers stroked through my hair.Chelsea, remember you two are finally free.I wondered how Haven Saints high would take the news of Tate and I being a couple again. I guess we’d find out.

I PLASTERED A WIDEsmile across my face as Tate drove into the school parking lot. It wasn’t a ‘I’m thrilled smile.’ More like a nervous smile. Walking into the building with Tate, Lake, and Matt would surely have people whispering. Remember, I’d supposedly slept with all of them.

Tate updated his profile pic on social media. He’d taken a picture of us kissing after I hopped in the truck this morning. The caption was priceless. ‘She’s mine F%ck off.’

He slipped his arm over my shoulder and kissed the side of my head. “Chelse, the smile is a bit much. You have to chill.”

“Are you even listening to the peanut gallery behind us?”

“Chelsea, and I are over,” Matt said, grabbing a girl’s hand as we walked down the hall.

“I am also no longer dating Chelsea. I dig older chicks. If any of you gorgeous girls need a date to prom, I’myour guy.” He pointed at his chest as we strolled toward my locker.

A few girls winked in passing.

“Chelsea, dating you has made me the new popular guy at school,” he snickered as he dipped down the hall.

“See you guys later.”

“Bye, Lake,” I yelled.

Tate said nothing.

“Your face will keep that permanent brooding, scowl expression forever if you don’t stop.”

“I hate they think you were with my best friend and my cousin. I feel like cracking some skulls.”

Matt cracked his knuckles. “I’m down to bash in faces,” he chuckled.

We halted in front of my locker.

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