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Ten years of pent-up sexual tension finally reaching its peak and reeling back down the other side.

I hoist her legs a little higher, lifting her ass slightly off the bed. She smacks her hands down on the mattress, clenching the sheets between her fingers and biting her lip.

“Oh, myGod,”she moans, sliding one hand up to grab her breast, massaging it gently and making my cock throb inside of her.

I want to flip her over. I want her from behind. I want to watch her ass push back into me as I completely claim her.

But there will be more time for that.

Right now, I want to fuck her just like this, staring down into her eyes while I do. I want to fuck her until she has no memory left of any other man being inside of her. Just me. No one before me mattered. I want to tell her, without a single damn word, how much I want her—need her—to be mine. That I was worth the wait. Thatwewere worth it.

And that’s just what I do.

I plunge into her until she’s clawing at me, until her legs go straight, and until she’s panting like a maniac. Until she completely melts in my hands. And then I explode into her, seeing stars, one-thousand percent sure that I’ve reached Heaven.

CHAPTERFOUR

sadie

Twenty-four hours.

That’s how long I’ve been un-engaged. How long it’s been since I ran away with my best friend. Since this all got started. Yet, it feels like it started so long ago at the same time.

I’ve had orgasm after orgasm over the last twelve or so hours. He’s done nothing but make me come—in some of the most explosive, messiest ways that I ever have—and then feed me. After the fourth time, he ran the shower and pulled me in with him. He washed my body gently, shampooedandconditioned my hair, rinsed me, and dried me off. He gave me another shirt to wear, and when I was done combing my hair, he picked me up and carried me to the bed.

And then I got the best night of sleep I’ve gotten in the last three years.

Imagine that. Little Miss Type A, needing to run the show at all times. Needing to have a plan and then three backup plans for if and when the first undoubtedly failed. Needing to have answers for every possible question.

Imagine that girl.

Falling asleep in the arms of her best friend on the night her wedding to someone else was supposed to happen.

And having absolutely no idea what the next day held.

I’m standing out on the deck with a mug of coffee in my hand and a sheet wrapped around me, just like you see in the movies. The Calways’ lake house is pretty secluded, with big pines on all sides and no neighbors for a few hundred feet.

There’s a chill in the air, but there’s something so exhilarating about standing out here like this, completely naked except for the thin linen that’s blowing in the wind. I hear the back door open, and then I feel his lips on my shoulder as his big arms wrap around me. I close my eyes and soak it all in, letting the feeling of him soak in.

God, there is really nothing like this.

“You coming back to bed?” he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

Just as I’m about to turn around to him with a smile, I hear my phone ringing from inside the house. We both pause for a moment, pressing our foreheads together as he sighs. It’s probably my mother.

She’s called about once an hour since I turned my phone back on this morning. I texted her to let her know I was safe, but she’s been relentless.

“Just let me get that real quick,” I whisper. I press up onto my toes and kiss him softly. “And then we can finish that thought.”

He winks as he gently smacks my tush, and I shimmy around him toward the house. But when I reach for my phone, I freeze when I see the name. It’s Carrie, Dallas’s sister. She never calls me.

Like, ever.

My hand shakes slightly as I reach for the phone.

“Carrie?” I answer, my voice shaky and low.

“Dallas was in an accident. Late last night,” she says, her voice calm, stern, cold. I swallow, my heart racing in my chest. I fall down to the couch, holding the stupid sheet up against me. This doesn’t feel like the right time to be naked. I see Tyson appear in the doorway out of the corner of my eye, and I can feel his eyes on me.

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