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His low possessive growl curled my toes. I pumped my fist, squeezing him as I kept him wet and slick. Spit trickled from the corner of my lips as his fist tightened in my hair, and he thrust into my mouth.

The powerful need in him struggled to surface. Tension strained his forearms, the veins swelling with blood as he held tight to the reins of his control.

With a whimper, I surrendered to him. I wanted him to use me, to fuck my face with the raw desperation that simmered inside him, always ready to boil over.

I slid my other hand into my panties and fingered my clit as I sucked him, licked him, and drove him toward release.

With a guttural moan, he tensed, and his cock became even harder. I relaxed my throat and swallowed. Hot jets of cum coated my tongue. Itwisted my fist on his shaft as my fingers swirled faster over my clit.

I gasped, racing toward release. Dozer ripped from my mouth, tugged up his jeans, dropped to the ground, and claimed my lips, kissing me with tongue, teeth, and breath as I rode my orgasm.

As the last flutters left me, I smiled against his lips. “I love you,” I whispered. “Only you.” I wanted him to know he was everything I needed. “I’m yours…only yours,” I said again.

His gaze focused on me. “What about Romeo?”

I licked my lips. “I ended it. You’re the one I want touching me.”

He pulled me closer until I was on his lap with my knees at his hips. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“I am.” I wrapped around him like a koala. Then my stomach grumbled. A loud rolling rumble because I hadn’t eaten in a while. I smiled. “I think you need to feed me something besides your dick.”

He laughed…a loud freaking laugh. Everything inside me melted into a twisted gooey, swirling ball of happiness.

Chapter Fifteen

Pippa

I stretched, spooned in front of Dozer, my legs tangled with his and his dick crushed between us. The warmth of his hand on my breast beaded my nipple. He circled the peak with his thumb. His other hand draped over my hip and played in my pussy. I sighed, content and deliciously tender from having his cock in me most of the night.

He lifted my thigh and rested it on his hip. My back arched as the head of his dick nudged my wet folds, and then glided deep inside my passage. I sighed at the stretch and fullness. I traced my fingers over the ink on his arms as he held me close and teased me to release with long, slow thrusts in and out of me.

Sex had never felt this good. We matched perfectly, the lines between me and him blurring, becoming us.

He rocked deeper, so deep. I clung to him as a thousand beautiful sparks erupted inside me. I came, taking Dozer with me on a rolling wave of euphoria. His lips pressed to my shoulder as he slipped from my body.

“Good morning.” I turned in his arms.

“There’s usually coffee.”

“Sounds good, but I need a shower first.” Now that we weren’t using condoms, I was wearing his scent like a favorite perfume.

Dozer kissed me, a thorough tongue lashing, hot as hell kiss that sent tingles from my nipples to my toes.

Then he rolled from the bed. “Romeo and I are going to work on your car today.” He tugged on his jeans and T-shirt.

I sat up and clutched the sheet to my breasts. “I guess I’ll hang out here.”

“Or come with me to the shop. You can keep us company while we work.” He plopped down on the bed. “Until we find him, I want you with me.”

I slid from the bed. “Does wanting to be with me include the shower?”

“Fuck, I love being in tight spots with you, but that shower isn’t going to be one of them.”

He handed me his towel. I grabbed some clean clothes. At some point, I’d need to go to the house and grab a few more things.

I tugged on shorts that barely covered my ass and a tank top without a bra. Dozer growled, and I laughed. Damn, but this felt right.

Outside the room, I headed toward the bathroom, and Dozer strode toward the chapel. I paused at the sound of Romeo’s voice.

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