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“Yeah, it was fun. I agree.” Rhett reaches over, plays in the hair at my nape. “I told them about us.”

Damn, do I like knowing that. “Were they jealous?” I tease.

“They should be,” he plays along, but then his expression sobers. “I never thought I would have something like this, that I would deserve it. I’ve never felt like anyone chose me before, and why would they? But you…I feel like you want me, and I can’t thank you enough for that.”

“Jesus, baby. Why do you have to say something like that when I’m driving?” I pull into the driveway and turn off the truck. The interior light turns on. “I would always choose you. I’ve been waiting for you and didn’t even know it.” I cup his stubbled cheek. “I’m so fucking in love with you, Rhett Swift.”

His pupils take over his dark eyes. “You are?” he asks, sounding mystified.

“Yes, baby. Tell me you see that. Tell me you feel it. You’re so fucking loved, and there are so many of us who will do everything so you never doubt that again.”

I don’t know which of us moves first, probably both of us, but before I know it, our lips are fused together, tongues in each other’s mouths. With a collision of touch and emotion and hunger, we’re kissing and then pulling apart and running toward the house with laughter falling between us.

It’s a new state of Rhett, this laughter and happiness, and I feel like the luckiest man alive that I get to experience it with him.

“I won,” he says when he gets to the door first, cheeks pink from the cold.

“I think we both did.”

I unlock the door, and then we’re stumbling inside, tugging off coats and kicking out of shoes as if we’ll die if we don’t come together right this second.

As soon as we get to my room, both of us shirtless already, I’m surprised when Rhett falls to his knees in front of me. “I want to taste you. To feel you.”

“Yes. Fuck yes.” My voice comes out gritty and needy.

Rhett works open the button and zipper on my jeans, tugging them and my underwear down my thighs. The second I step out of them, he’s pressing kisses to my stomach, around my aching, hard cock. He hasn’t blown me a lot, and the way he looks up at me now, all hunger and eyes filled with fire…there’s never been a moment in my life where someone looked sexier.

“I like doing this to you.” He burrows his face in my groin. “To me, it connects us in a whole new way. I like to make you feel because you always do that to me.”

“Jesus, baby. I always want to do that for you.” I run my fingers through his hair, chest feeling full to bursting.

Rhett doesn’t take me into his mouth right away. He presses soft kisses from root to tip, like he’s savoring me, drawing this out.

After a couple of kisses to my crown, he takes me into his hot, wet mouth. He’s not in a hurry like we were moments ago. He sucks me languidly, sliding down my dick while looking up at me, then bringing his mouth to the head again, letting his tongue circle around it.

Pleasure bursts like confetti inside me, bouncing around and filling me up. I don’t stop running my fingers through his short, black hair as he takes me between his lips again, bobbing faster.

“That’s it. Fuck, you feel amazing. I can’t get enough of you, Rhett. I’ll never get enough of you.”

Something about those words spurs him on more. Rhett sucks me greedily, takes too much and gags, but that doesn’tstop him. Now he’s sloppy and hungry, treating my cock like it’s his favorite thing.

I move my hips slightly, fucking into him just a little bit. My muscles are tight, body on edge and already dying to spill down his throat, but I want more tonight. I’m not ready for this to end, so I stave off my need to come, fight through it, and just enjoy the feel of this beautiful man’s mouth around my dick.

“God, baby. I love seeing you like this for me. I love feeling your mouth around my cock. You’re mine, Rhett. I want you to be mine.”

He pulls off, nuzzles his face into my stomach and wraps his arms around me, so damn tight, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. “I’m yours,” Rhett says, voice breaking.

A possessive streak flares inside me, one that’s completely foreign but welcome. “Damn it. Come here.” I pull him to his feet and slam my mouth on his. Rhett kisses me back while I work open his jeans, shoving them and his underwear down as best I can. I need to feel his skin against mine, need to touch him and taste him and claim him the way we both want.

I ease him toward the bed, being careful so he doesn’t trip since he’s got his pants around his knees. Rhett sits on the edge of the bed, and I push him onto his back, grabbing his clothes and getting him completely naked. He doesn’t hide himself from me. He’s all tanned skin, dark hair, hard cock, and so fucking beautiful.

“You want to be mine?” I straddle him, my mouth hovering above his.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Fuck yes.”

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