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And just like he said he would, because he’s obviously a man of his word, he really does show me again how spectacular his cock is. Not just the once, either.

Twice, he shows me. Twice, he reminds me that his cock is the most glorious cock this side of the heavens. Twice, he lives up to his dick’s ridiculous name.

Because the truth is, there really is no better wakeup call than Noah and his Purple Helmeted Warrior of Love.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Noah

Weeks pass by in a blur of penis euphemisms, burnt dinners - Honey insisted on cooking again - and sex. Lots of it.

On the couch. In the shower. Bent over the kitchen counter. On the living room floor. There’s isn’t a single surface left in this apartment that Honey and I haven’t christened.

And you’d think that I’d be bored of it by now, having exhausted every sex position known to man and ejaculated more times than is probably considered healthy, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Because I have never felt so much like I belong as I do when I’m buried inside Honey, hearing her breathy sighs and feeling her writhe in pleasure beneath me.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get my cock up for another woman again. She’s ruined me.

And, you know what, I don’t even care.

Honey rolls over in bed beside me and throws a long arm over my stomach, nuzzling into my side and sighing in her sleep. My heart simultaneously swells and constricts. Because a realisation came to me the other night when we were lying not dissimilarly to the way we are now.

Honey had just drifted off to sleep after another round of spine-tingling sexy time, her honey-blonde hair fanned out behind her on the pillow, her lips quivering with every peaceful intake of breath. The room was warm and the points at which our skin touched was slimy with sweat, causing my skin to itch relentlessly, but despite the discomfort, I didn’t want to move. Because moving would mean breaking contact. Stopping touching her. And the thought of doing so made me more uncomfortable than my clammy, sweaty skin. I laid there for hours wondering why I cared more about keeping Honey’s skin on mine than rolling over and going to sleep.

And then it hit me.

I fucking love her.

With the exception of Reid, I have never felt love for anyone in my life. Not a woman. Certainly not my parents, biological or adoptive.

But there I was, lying beside the most extraordinary woman I have ever known, the woman who I can never have a future with because the cruel hands of life won’t allow me to even live in the same country as her, realising that I’m an idiot who has fallen completely ass over tit in love with my best friend’s little sister.

And I can never tell her.

What a selfish fucker I would be to declare my love and then never see her again. All she’s ever known is people letting her down and it would kill me if my name was added to that list.

Honey’s eyelids flutter open and she gazes up at me under long, sleepy lashes.

‘Morning,’ she smiles, stretching her arms up above her head.

‘Morning,’ I drop a lazy kiss on her lips. ‘Sleep well?’

‘When you finally let me.’

‘I told you, I’m addicted.’ I grin at her, my heart beating twice as fast as it was only moments ago.

‘You need rehab,’ she laughs and whacks me round the face with a pillow.

‘Nope, I just need you.’

Jesus. If I’d heard myself saying that six months ago, I’d have blown chunks all over the floor. Since when did I become such a raging cornball?

Since you fucking fell in love, asshole.

‘And I need breakfast,’ she says, slipping out of bed to hunt around the floor for the t-shirt I was wearing last night. Eventually she finds it poking out from under the bed and throws it over her head.

She looks edible. The shirt is so large on her petite frame that it looks like a dress, falling to midthigh so that her tan knees are exposed. Never until this very moment did I know that there was such a thing as attractive knees. And all I want to do is go all cowboy on her ass, use my phone charger as a lasso and drag her and her sexy kneecaps back to bed.

But I can’t imagine she’d be impressed with me if I did. Especially because she gets all angry and shouty when she’s hungry and that’s just no fun for anyone. Even if I do love it when she’s firing daggers out of her eyeballs at me.

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