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A hot, wet tear spills from one of my eyes and starts to roll down my cheek. I don’t know what it means, but he leans in and kisses it away. Then he rests his forehead against mine.

“The bed...”

“No, babe. I wasn’t kidding when I told you that you’re always gonna be the only one for me. I got a bed because Owlie told me it made him sad I didn’t have one. Nearly broke what’s left of my heart. That’s all.” His thumb is now drawing little, mesmerizing circles on my skin. “I do have four pillows. Two for me and two to hold onto because I can’t sleep in that big bed without something to trick my mind into thinking you’re there. I hate that you’re not there. It’s always only you.”

I lift my eyes to his and fix my gaze on him.

“You haven’t moved on yet?” My voice is shaky. I know it’s unfair of me to ask him this.

“No,” he growls. “I’m not,” he places a gentle kiss on my left cheek, “moving,” he kisses my right now, “on.”

I don’t wait for him to kiss my lips, which is what I’m hoping he was planning to do next. Instead, suddenly desperate for him, I kiss him. There’s not a moment of hesitation on his end as he consumes the kiss like he’s been dying for it. It’s been so long since I felt his mouth on mine, and now that I have it again, I want more.

His hands are still on the side of my face, but one slides until his fingers are in my hair, grasping at it as if he’s afraid I’ll pull away. No chance of that. My body is on fire—the good kind—right now. We’re desperate as our mouths search each other’s, struggling to get closer, deeper.

“Troy.” I hear it in my voice, and I know he does, too. It’s the way I say his name. After all these years, he knows when I say his name like that, I need him. I need him in an intensely physical way. He pulls back and searches my eyes.

“Please,” I plead. I don’t know what it means, but I need to feel him. All of him.

That’s all it takes, and within a second, we’re a wild, chaotic, hot mess of limbs flying around as we pull each other’s clothes off. It’s as if we can’t stand to have anything between us right now.

He knows exactly what I need at this moment to calm everything going on inside me at once. Within seconds he’s got his hard, thick cock out and lined up with my entrance. He grips my leg on one side in his strong hand and lifts it so that he has better access to me.

Everything is raw, a primal need for each other driving us.

“Are you sure, Sh?—”

I cut him off with a thrust of my pelvis toward him, trying to force him inside me. It’s all the answer he needs.

When he pushes into me, it’s in one smooth movement, and my resulting moan is loud enough that the neighbors probably heard me. Quite frankly, I don’t care. Because at this moment, I need this man.

“Hard. Harder and faster, please.” my mouth is right by his ear when I say this, and I know it drives him crazy when I tell him what I want.

He gives me exactly what I need, slamming his cock into me, filling me, connecting with me. I’m so close, I’m nearly going crazy, and he knows it. This man knows my body probably as well as he knows his own. He slips his hand between us and, with the very tip of his thumb, caresses my clit. He’s somehow soft and slow, in such contrast to the hard, fast fucking we’re doing, and it sends me right over the edge.

I scream his name as he continues to pound into me while the pleasure of sweet release races through my body. I don’t want it ever to end. It leaves me spent in the best possible way, but I won’t be satisfied until I get to feel and watch him come because of what our bodies do when we connect like this.

Within a few more seconds, my satisfaction is complete as his cock spasms inside of me, and the sensation of his warm cum filling me almost gets me riled up again. But I force myself to calm down.

Troy buries his face into the side of my neck, placing caresses there with his mouth, planting barely-there kisses on my sensitive skin as he slows his pace and then stops.

“I love you, Shannon. Only you. Don’t ever doubt that.” His words are spoken in a hushed, rough voice. They’re the words that both soothe and terrify my heart at the same time.

We don’t say anything else for some time, but then he starts to pull away from me. I know from experience he’s going to want to look me in the eyes, so I grip him tighter, preventing him from moving away. Preventing him from looking at me.

“Shannon, we should probably talk about this.”

“No, please. Not tonight. We can talk about it later. I promise. I just can’t tonight. Okay?”

He sighs and then lifts his mouth to kiss me on the cheek. As he does, he runs his hand down my hair on the other side. It’s a calming sensation, and it doesn’t escape me that it’s much like you would probably use to calm a person who was on the edge of freaking out.

Am I? Am I on the edge of freaking out?

“Okay. We’ll talk when you’re ready.”

CHAPTER25

TROY

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