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I kissed the tip of her nose. “She sounds like a dandelion.”

Lyssa grinned. “In a way. She goes whichever way the wind takes her.”

“Where’s she now?”

“Ibiza.”

“Wow. Yeah, I see what you mean.”

“I’m not like her.” Her gaze lifted to mine, as if she was unsure of herself.

“Whoever is like their siblings? I’m not like Simi, that’s for fucking sure. You met Colton and Rob. They have a brother, Boyd. Those three Wolf brothers arenothingalike.”

She still seemed subdued. Since I was horny, and she was naked pressed against me, I slid my hands from around her, moving one lower to cup her pussy. “I likeyou, Lyssa. Just like you are.”

She blushed, glanced away, and then her eyes slipped closed as I worked a finger–very easily since she was already wet for me–deep inside her.

“J,” she breathed.

Fuck, when she called me that, I loved it. Especially in that soft, aroused voice. No one ever had before. I nuzzled the side of her neck as I finger fucked her. As she got closer to orgasm, I got closer to biting her. Marking her at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

It would be easy. It was right there. But I wanted, no, needed, Lyssa to know everything about me before I didthat. I wanted her to know what I was, inside and out, and wanted to be marked. Wanted to be mine forever.

Because until she knew every dark corner of my soul, there was a chance she’d walk away.

So instead of sinking my teeth into her silky skin, I slipped my finger from her, shifted her hips, and sunk my dick nice and deep. There was nothing between us. I was taking her bare, and her walls were so slick, so hot, I wasn’t going to last.

When she cried out my name and it echoed off the rocks, I took her hard and fast. I could satisfy her body, give it all the orgasms it craved. I’d fuck her into being mine forever.

That would work, right?

14

EMMA

I laid on a rock,sunning myself.Naked.

Eat your heart out, Lyssa.Turned out, I could do wild and uninhibited, too. At least when I was pretending to be my twin.

Johnny had given me his t-shirt to use as a towel when we climbed out of the pool.Swoon. This guy was a real gentleman. Now we sprawled on a flat boulder at the top of the waterfall, looking down at the pool we’d just made love in.

I was living some kind of crazy fantasy.

“So, I didn’t ask when I whisked you away,” Johnny asked, his voice low and lazy. “How long do we have before I have to bring you back to the ranch?”

I sat up, my hand flying out to grab my t-shirt to cover up. God, was he trying to get rid of me? I should get out of here.

Johnny pushed my clothes out of my reach. “Whoa, whoa, baby. Where do you think you’re going? That was definitelynota hint. It was the opposite of a hint.”

My face grew warm, and I shifted my gaze to his hand, where he held my clothes out of my reach. I gave an embarrassed laugh, how I jumped to conclusions of not being wanted. Or that maybe he’d changed his mind about me.

“I do still need to connect with Chapman, so I thought I’d take you back when he’s around. But I am in no rush. In fact, I’d be happy if he didn’t come around until next year.” He flashed his sexy lopsided grin at me.

Butterflies took flight in my belly. He was so gorgeous. And swoonworthy. And considerate.

“When do you expect him back?” he asked.

I blinked, too focused on the way his abs were so defined I could climb them. “What? Oh…”

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