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My cheeks turn crimson as I mutter, “I thought thatyouwould have needed space.”

He stares at me for a long moment before shoving a hand through his fringe. Water droplets trickle down his pecs and my brain goes a little fuzzy.

“Baby,” he murmurs, massaging his thumbs up my jaw, “are you tellin’ me that you thought I needed space, so you decided togiveme space, even though, in reality, neither one of us wanted space?”

A dimple pops in my cheek as I scrunch my nose up even harder.

“Baby,” he laughs, before leaning down so that he can kiss me. I whimper quietly at his affection but it’s so loud in here that only Hunter hears it. “It’s okay, baby, we’ll make up for all of the time apart. And we’re going to keep on doing that until you know that this is a forever thing.” He presses a small kiss to the tip of my nose, his rigid dick digging roughly into my belly.

“Is that a promise?” I ask breathlessly, enchanted by the words that he’s just spoken.

Something about hearing him say the wordforevermakes my soul shimmer and sparkle, like it’s finally kindling to its twin flame.

Handsome creases appear in his tan cheeks at the exact second that Aisling puts on one of our favourite songs.

I squeal and spin around to face her and she flashes me a sinful grin, knowing that we’re about to sing the whole condo down.

Hunter lifts me higher in his arms so that I can wrap my legs around his waist, and he gives me an adoring smile as I squish my body against his.

“Yeah baby, I promise,” he murmurs, before leaning back so that he can watch me sing.

His grin grows even wider and I feel my whole heart burst.

Chapter 29

Hunter

Damn if I didn’t wait it out as long as I could.

But after two hours of having Fallon’s perfect tits pressed up against my pecs, and slow-drinking my way through three bottles of beer, I have well and truly reached the end of my rope.

My dick is in physical pain and this whole cute girl-next-door thing that Fallon has going on really is not helping my situation.

“Baby,” I murmur, re-hoisting her up around my middle.

Her cleavage breaches the surface of the water and her breasts are so full and wet that I momentarily go fucking blind.

“Yeah?” she asks, smiling excitedly up at me.

She’s been so sweet today – doing this for me, being here with me – and I can’t believe how damn lucky I’ve become. Her eyes are all sparkly and her cheeks are flushed. I guess it won’t be from the alcohol because Fallon has had a grand total of four sips of beer, so I’m hoping that it’s more a sign that she’s as ready for some alone time as I am.

Seeing the heavy pump of my chest Fallon drops her chin to her clavicle and, looking up at me from under her lashes, she whispers, “Is there something that you need?”

I jerk my chin at her, my biceps flexing. I didn’t expect myself to still be kind of shy when broaching the subject of needing Fallon physically but here I am, my throat so damn tight that I can barely choke any words out.

“Yeah,” I rasp.

“And what exactly isit that you need?” she asks, trailing her fingertips teasingly over my shoulders.

Hell, there’s no point denying it. I lower my mouth to her cheek and murmur, “My girl, on her back.”

Fallon blinks quickly, her legs fumbling on my waist.

“Can I take you away now?” I ask, wincing slightly when my dick slaps against her inner thigh. I let out a pained laugh and admit, “I’m dying here, baby.”

Fallon glances quickly to our group and I follow her gaze.

Originally it was a game of water volley but, with Aisling and Tanner taking on the positions of team captains, it has since descended into a game of goddamn murder ball.

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