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“I never want to stop fucking you,” he says, and damned if I don’t wish that were possible, if I don’t wish we could live in this moment forever.

Tripp pushes my legs back farther, moving so he’s looking down at me as he thrusts harder, faster. I take my cock in hand, still slick from lube, and jerk myself off. I feel him everywhere, feel pleasure everywhere—on my cock, in my ass, on every inch of my skin that touches him. It’s addicting and enthralling, and I never want it to stop.

“Look at how much you’re leaking. You want to come for me, baby? You wanna empty those big fucking balls of yours that I love all over your belly? I bet you do, especially because as soon as you’re done, I’m going to come inside you the way you want. I’m going to fill you up with my cum, and then later tonight, you can do the same for me.”

I arch toward him, my body aching, dick throbbing. I’m right there on the precipice, hand working my shaft. I know it won’t take much to tilt me over the edge, and knowing that Tripp will come inside me when I do makes my balls tighten.

“Harder. Fuck me harder, make me come.”

He lets loose a growl, and then his thrusts are deliciously punishing, his hips slapping against my body in a way I know I’ll crave for the rest of my life. The room is filled with the sound of our sex. It’s primal and hungry and beautiful and right.

When his cock slides over my prostate again, Tripp leaning down to nibble my lip, I can’t hold back anymore. I shatter, come apart for him, tingles all over my body, vision blurry as I spurt on my stomach, cum running down my cock, balls drawing up as I continue to spill.

“Me too. Fuck, me too,” Tripp grits out, his movements more frantic. His body tightens, his cock twitching inside me, his balls emptying in me, and the thought makes my dick spasm and shoot again.

We’re coming together, and then we’re limp together, Tripp falling on top of me, body hot and sweaty and heavy. My arms and legs wrap around him, keeping him from moving because nothing has ever felt better than this, and I want to live in this moment for as long as I can.

We come down from our high together, breathing fast, then slowing, bodies melding, becoming one.

“I think I’m demisexual,” spills from my lips.

Tripp shifts but only enough to lift his head from my chest so he can look at me. From the expression on his face, I can tell he’s not sure what that means.

“It’s when you don’t feel sexual desire for someone without a strong bond. I said before that it’s never been like this for me, and I meant it. I could have gone forever without having sex again, until I met you. It’s never been anything close to this, and now it’s like…I don’t know how to word it. Like it lives deep inside me, a part of me. That sounds ridiculous, but—”

“God, I fucking love you. I don’t think you understand how much I love you, Rhett.”

I can’t stop myself from smiling. I hope I hear those three words from him every day, forever. “I love you too.”

“I want to tell Meadow tomorrow. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

I nod, and as he rolls off me and pulls me into his arms, I know everything has fallen into place.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Tripp

Ihate drivingRhett home this morning, but I decided it would be better to talk to Meadow on my own. I don’t anticipate any problems. She’s old enough to understand and mature for her age. She adores Rhett and wants me to be happy. But it has been just the two of us for a long time. We’re a team, her and me, and now that dynamic will shift a little bit. I want to make sure she knows she’ll always be important to me, and that my moving on with Rhett doesn’t mean she won’t always be the priority.

“Are you nervous?” Rhett asks when I pull up in front of his house.

“Yes and no. It’ll be okay, though. I know it.” I reach over and squeeze his thigh. “And unless Meadow feels like she needs some time, just me and her, maybe you could come over tonight for dinner?”

He smiles. “I’d like that.”

“And maybe stay the night.”

The smile grows. “I’d like that too.”

“Me too, baby. Love you.” I kiss him. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay.”

I watch as he grabs his bag, gets out of the truck, and walks into the house.

On the way home, I swing by Kaylee’s house to pick up Meadow. She’s still in her flannel pajamas, but I’ve noticed that’s in style nowadays. Kids wear their pajamas to school and everything.

“Mornin’,” I tell her when she hops into the truck.

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