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His mouth swoops down to crash against mine. Drake smiles into the kiss before pulling away. “About time you admit it. I’ve loved you since the seventh grade.”

“Really? That’s a tad excessive.”

“Which is one of my best qualities.”

“Confidence too,” I quip.

“When it comes to you and our relationship? I’m certain we belong together. Nothing can convince me otherwise.”

“Well,” I purr against his lips. “I’m positively in love with you.”

He groans when his cock jerks inside of me. “Since when?”

I squint, pretending to count. “My crush felt like love at thirteen. The doodles in my notebook margins agree. But the knowledge that this is forever? When you showed up at Greener Pastures and wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Can’t get rid of me.”

“Thank goodness.” A breeze sweeps across my bared chest, reminding me of the destruction. “Well, there goes a night out on the town to celebrate us.”

The twinkle in Drake’s gaze is suspicious. “I’ve got you covered, beauty.”

Cassidy smooths a wrinkle from her new shirt. “We’re really going into public like this?”

My dick is half-cocked just staring at her in clothes I bought. After she drained my balls on the couch, we cleaned ourselves up and got dressed. I happily provided her with stuff to wear after I ruined her dress. A custom tee is one thing. The shorts and underwear I had in her size were hard to explain without making me sound unhinged.

Luckily, she thinks my brand of crazy is romantic.

“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” Our clasped palms steer us to the front door regardless of her answer.

“Not even a little bit. Have you looked in the mirror?” She gets distracted ogling me but shakes her head. “It’s just the implication.”

I chuckle as she gestures to the bold words printed on the front of her tee. The blush darkening her freckled cheeks captivates me. My knuckles trace the heat.

“I’d Ride That,” I recite.

“How silly of me to assume the meaning was horse related.” Her gaze shifts to my shirt. “Until you put yours on.”

Mine is simply stated, marking me asThat. Obviously. “I’m your favorite mount.”

“It’s true,” she murmurs.

“But how’s your second favorite steed doing?”

She toys with a lock of her hair, twirling the red silk around her finger. “Leita is horribly spoiled and still working her way through the last bag of carrots you brought.”

“As she should be.” I gesture her outside. “And on that high note, let’s tell the town we’re madly in love.”

Her body very purposefully brushes against mine. “I’m sure they already know.”

“Visual proof never hurt anyone.”

She tugs the collar to her nose and sniffs. “Smells like you.”

“Might be on purpose,” I rumble.

“Not surprised.” Cassidy laughs as we hop down the porch stairs. “Should we take my truck?”

The gleaming paint sparkles under the setting sun. “I’ll drive.”

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