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I look down at Rory, still naked beside me, as she looks at me with wide eyes.

“Uhh… just a minute. Just need to get decent…”

“Cole!” Rory whisper yells. “I don’t have any clothing here. Putting my bridesmaid dress back on will be like a very embarrassing walk of shame.”

“Shame, huh? Didn’t seem like you felt any shame when you were riding my cock a few minutes ago.”

“Cole!”

I rear my head back and laugh before walking over to my suitcase and pulling out one of my old shirts. She catches it when I toss it to her. “Put that on. And your panties. The shirt’s large enough to probably hit your knees, but I don’t need any of them getting a peek at what’smine.”

Rory slides my shirt over her head as I slip into a pair of gray joggers and a white T-shirt. “Yours?” she eyes me while she finds her panties before sliding them up her gorgeous thighs.

I walk over to her, palming her ass and ghosting my lips over hers.“Mine. You’re all fucking mine, baby. And I don’t share.”

Rory kisses me as she slides her hands under my shirt, dancing her fingertips up my bare chest. “All yours. And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“You know I am.”

I peck her lips one more time before I finally break away, walking over to the door to let the guys in. When I swing it open, I’m surprised to find the guys now joined by Harlow, Lucia, and Ella.

“Uh, hey, everyone. Thought it was just the guys.”

They all push past me into the room while Lucia says, “We split up this morning. We went to Rory’s room when they came here. We knew we’d find you both in one of them; we just weren’t sure which one. Knox texted Lo when you answered.”

“Of course he did,” I grumble, pinching my brow. “Do we really need to do an interrogation before having coffee?”

“Pay attention,” Harlow says, “and you’ll see that I come bearing gifts. Now, drink up.” She hands me a cup of black coffee before turning to Rory with what I assume to be a chai latte, her favorite. “You too, babe. I want to hear all about why you’re in my brother’s room wearing his shirt right now.”

A dark blush flushes across Rory’s face as everyone finds a place in the room. I join Rory on the bed as they all disperse between the sofa, floor, and window sill on the other side.

“So,” Lane says with a knowing smirk. Rory told me he caught us sneaking off at the reception. “What happened here last night?”

“Oh, I can answer that,” Josh laughs. “It smells like sex in here.”

“Well, it’s not going to smell like anything else,” Rory smirks. I love that even when she’s embarrassed or uncomfortable, she’s still so fucking confident. She’s not afraid to own who she is and what she’s done.

“Ew,” Harlow says in disgust.

“You’re the one who barged in here,” I chastise.

Ella finally speaks up. “Okay, both of you, spill. We know something is up. Rory couldn’t walk normally yesterday morning.”

I feel a smug sense of pride bloom through my chest because, yeah, I like that she can’t walk after impaling herself on my dick.

“I’m well aware of that,” I smirk, taking a sip of my coffee. “I’m the one who caused that, after all.” Rory chokes down a laugh beside me.

“So, you’re sleeping together again,” Knox states.

“You could say that,” Rory replies, a small smile on her lips.

Lucia raises her eyebrow questioningly. “Is it just sex?”

I look at Rory and squeeze her hand, smiling widely at finally getting to be a bit open. “No, it’s not.”

“Really?!” Harlow yells excitedly. “Are you together?!”

Rory leans her head against my shoulder. “Yes.”

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