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“You can come when you admit it, baby. Admit we’re not just friends, admit this is something more. Idareyou.”

Her mouth opens, forming a perfect O, but no sound leaves her lips as her eyes close, lost with me as I pull out then fuck back into her. Deep and fast, like it’s possible this way to make her completely and only mine. I let my lips, fingers and tongue tease her nipples as her perfect tits trade moving between my face and the swell of the water around us.

“Cole … I need to …” she whimpers almost incoherently as her walls tighten. She tugs my hair just hard enough to make my cock pulse inside her. I slow and still myself. She sure as fuck isn’t getting what she wants until I do.

“What do you need, Vixen? You need me to be a goodfriendand let you come?” I ask.

“Yes,” she cries. “Please …”

“Tell me you’re lying to yourself. Tell me how badly you want me,” I push.

“I do … I do … so badly. All the fucking time, it’s so frustrating.Please, Cole,” she chants.

“Such a good girl.” I kiss her and move back to the pace that has her coming apart.

She’s ready within seconds.

“Honesty feels good, doesn’t it? Look at this tight little cunt milking my cock. Take every drop from me. Fucking strangle me,” I command.

“Don’t stop, Cole … please,” she pants as her head tips forward and her eyes flutter closed. She’s so close.

I grip the side of her face as I fuck her, and she opens her eyes, bringing her gaze back to me.

“Eyes on me. I want to be the only thing you see while you fall apart.”

Her normally light eyes are dark, full of lust and fire. Water hovers in her long lashes and, for a split second, it’s like the world stops spinning and there’s nothing but us and our unspoken connection. My chest cracks wide open and heats as I slow my pace. Every nerve ending in me is buzzing as our movements turn languid. Ethereal.

“You’realwaysthe only thing I see, Cole,” she moans before her lips are on mine and, motherfucker, I’m coming. Coming harder than I’ve ever come before. I let go and spill into her as her sweet pussy does just what I ordered, pulling every drop from me as she cries my name.

I give it all to her willingly, kissing her as I do.

The moment washes over me and cleanses me of anyone else I’ve ever touched. I know I’ll never be the same. From this second forward there’s no one but her. I’ll never forget the first time in my entire life that Imade loveto Ginger Danforth Ashby under a waterfall.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Ginger

“You’re getting slow in your old age, are you?” Papa Dean says to me as I try to keep up with the seventy-nine-year-old man kicking my ass in a game of video tennis.

Jo grins over at us as she and Mabel mix salads, chatting away in the kitchen, and Wade prepares the meat ready to grill. Cole and I came to pick up Mabel after our date, but you can’t enter this house without Jo stuffing a meal into you. It just so happened that Nash and CeCe were here to talk about this year’s festival to help raise money for the underprivileged hockey teams in the surrounding area. Last year, they hosted a very successful Sunset Festival, which raised thousands of dollars and secured the Laurel Creek Lightning’s season for another two years. This year they want to go bigger and better, and plans are well underway. This year it’ll be called Harvest Fest.

“She didn’t pop a Viagra and a Red Bull before dinner,” Nash snorts from behind us on the couch, as “You beat the high score” sounds from the TV and Dean pumps his weathered fist.

“Still got it.” He winks at me before tossing Cole the controller. He points around the room. “And hey. You don’t need Viagra if you do it right, fellas. Let that be a lesson to you all.”

All three men start guffawing at him but, judging by the way he just rolled over me in this game, I wouldn’t doubt the old fella for a second.

“If I’m still single when I’m forty, Papa Dean, we’re getting married,” I say to him.

“Nah honey, you’re too good for me,” he calls as he heads into the kitchen to pour himself a bourbon. Nash follows.

“He’s kicking!” Ivy says animatedly from her seat, motioning at Wade to come and feel her bump. I turn and take a seat on the couch beside CeCe and watch them. It’s truly amazing to see Wade smile so much.

“Sheis kicking,” Wade corrects as he crouches beside her to rest a hand on her stomach.

“We’ll see.” Ivy winks at him.

They chatter for a few minutes about the baby before Wade heads out to start the grill.

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