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“I really need to fuck you.”

“That makes two of us.”

I pull back, leaving the head of my erection inside him, before thrusting my hips forward. Tripp moves with me, our bodies in sync, him taking and me giving, over and over again. The room is already spinning, my skin tingling and sensitive. Fucking Tripp feels better than nearly anything in my life ever has, like every small pleasure I’ve had throughout my life is coalescing into this one moment, making it bigger and better and perfect.

“So good, baby. Harder.” He pumps lube into his hand, then strokes himself while I give him what he asked for. I’d give Trippanythinghe asked for, always, I’m fairly certain.

His bed hits the wall, and not gonna lie, I’m filled with pride over that, at how hard I’m taking him and how good it clearly feels to him. Our gazes meet and hold, Tripp’s mouth open slightly in pleasure, and I’m so fucking thankful for him, for this moment and how he makes me feel.

“Right there, baby. Fuck. You’re about to make me come.”

My fingers squeeze his hips, hold him so damn tightly, like I’m going to lose him if I don’t keep my hands on him. I’m lingering close to the edge, my orgasm seconds away from taking me under, and then Tripp’s body arches upward, his ass squeezing my cock as the first spurt of his release lands on his stomach.

“Rhett,” my name whispers breathlessly past his lips, his dick spasming as he shoots again, and then I’m right behind him. My body lights up from the inside out, color exploding behind my eyelids as pleasure wraps around me. My orgasm hits me hard, balls drawing up as I come inside the condom, in spurt after spurt, right alongside Tripp.

It takes us a moment to come down. My breathing is heavy and choppy, but then I look at a sated, blissed-out Tripp…and smile.

He does the same, reaching up to cup my face. “What are you smiling at?”

“You.”

“Us.”

“Yes. Us.”

I have an us, and I never want to lose it.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Tripp

After Rhett getsrid of the condom, I wrap my arm around him, needing him close. I have no idea how late it is, and while I’m tired, especially after that orgasm, I don’t want to sleep. Sleeping means I’ll miss time with him. I’ve never felt this way about someone.

This night is going to change things. I’m not sure what that means for us or Meadow or anything else.

“You okay?” I kiss his shoulder. I wonder if he’s having doubts about anything we’ve done. It’s not every day a person sleeps with a man for the first time.

“Honestly?” he asks, and my heart drops.

“That would be preferable, yes.”

“I’m better than I’ve ever been.”

My heart finds its place in my chest again, banging so hard it nearly steals my breath. “All from my ass?” I ask, trying to keep the mood light.

“No. From you.”

Yeah, it’s official. I’m fucked. So totally fucked and into this man. “Jesus, baby.” I grab his face and pull his mouth to mine. We lie there, lazily kissing and touching, for five minutes? An hour? Eternity? I don’t even know, but then I pull back because I need to look at him.

“I don’t want to go to sleep,” Rhett says.

“I don’t either.” I climb out of bed. “Come on.” I hold my hand out for Rhett, and he takes it. I lead him into the bathroom, where I have a huge, deep tub. “We’re two big guys, but I thinkwe’ll fit. We just might have to get close.” I wink, though it’s cheesy as hell.

I turn on the tub, then get a washcloth and wipe the dried cum off myself.

“I think that might have been the biggest load I’ve ever shot,” I tell him, and Rhett chuckles.

Once the tub is full, I climb in and spread my legs to make room for him. “You coming or what?”

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