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I cum hard, a sharp cry bursting from my lips, my body trembling as he licks me through it. He doesn’t stop until I’m gasping and sensitive, my fingers sliding from the headboard as my body goes limp.

He presses lazy kisses to the inside of my thigh, his grip easing a bit, but not letting me go. Looking down at him, I’m struck by the heat in his stare, and the way he licks me off his lips like I’m the best thing he ever tasted.

He loves me. He really loves me.

And I think it's healing me.

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Ace

The morning sun sits low over the course, stretching long shadows across the fairway. Dew sparkles in the grass like crushed diamonds under our feet. I’m at the edge of the green, leaning against my club, waiting for Bron to take his shot, when my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Normally, we have a rule about that, but it’s my sister returning my call.

“Hey, Kam.”

“I got your message.” She sighs dramatically. “Thanks for checking on me.”

“Of course.”

“So, the insurance company came through. They already cut me a check for the car.”

“Cool,” I say, adjusting my grip on the club. “What you goin’ for this time? BMW?”

“You know Daddy wants me down at the dealershippost haste.”

I chuckle at that, not surprised at all.

“Speaking of…he asked about you. Yall not talking?”

“Long story,” I say.

She pauses. “Mmkay. Well, anyway, I’m as yet undecided on the car. I can’t even take any joy in shopping for it right now, I’m so frustrated. They still don’t have any leads.”

The pause this time is longer and heavier. I can feel her building up to it until she finally says, “How’s Raya?”

There it is.

I tap the club against my shoe, watching Bron’s ball sail wide into a sand trap. “She’s good,” I say, keeping my voice even. “We’re good.”

“We?” Kam sounds like she’s pacing over there. “You’re back together?”

I step to the side to let Jovan tee up. “We don’t need to get into it.”

“The hell we don’t!” she snaps. “After everything she did? All them messy ass TikToks and lies and my fucking car—“

“She didn’t do shit to your car!” I say. The guys all stop what they’re doing to look at me. I give them a nod and step further away, lowering my voice.

“Look. People change.”

“Bullshit.” Kam’s voice cracks, as much from anger as it does from hurt. “She’s a manipulative, vengeful bitch. And you—“ she cuts herself off.

“Say it.” My grip on the club tightens.

“Youlikeit.” She says it like it’s just dawned on her. “You like knowing she’s unhinged over you. You think that means she loves you more. You’re just…you’re pathetic, Ace.”

I drag a hand down my face, glancing over at my friends. They’re pretending not to listen, but the body language doesn’t lie.

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