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Breathing hard, I slowed my hand and stared down at the mess we’d made.

“I think I’m in fucking love,” Stitches muttered, clapping me on the shoulder. “You pass, man. You’re the fucking man. Goddamn.”

I smiled wider and leaned down to kiss my girl. Our girl.

If I could manage myself like this every time, then Sirena was in big trouble.

I was ready to do it, but wanted it to be just me and her.

Soon. Very fucking soon.

* * *

Three daysafter the dorm room with Stitches and Sirena, I lit candles in the room, and Asylum was out for the night because I told him I would finally do it with her. She didn’t know, but I’d been planning it since Stitches talked me into messing around with her while he was there.

Stitches and Ashes had agreed to not fuck her while she was with them walking home. I told them I was ready to do this and had even told Church, who stared me down like he was going to murder me, before he simply nodded and walked away.

That was permission as far as I was concerned.

I looked around the place. Rose petals scattered across the floor and bed. Candles. Cupcakes I’d made. It was cliche and lame, but I was a novice at romance. Sirena loved all the things I did, so I felt confident she’d like this.

I heard their voices outside the door and breathed in as a means to calm myself. I’d done everything I could think of to make this last tonight and rock her world. I read a book, watched some videos, Asylum and Stitches gave me more pointers, and I’d jerked off not long before. If I wasn’t ready now, then I never would be.

The door opened, and she stepped into the room. Her eyes lit up as the door clicked closed behind her and she took in what I’d done.

“Do you like it?” I asked, going to her and kissing her gently.

She nodded, taking in everything.

“I-I thought maybe tonight we could…that I could… that, uh?—”

She pressed her finger to my lips and dropped her jacket onto the floor.

“I’ll let you have a minute,” I said, backing away from her.

She watched me momentarily before entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

I breathed out, trying to compose myself. My dick was harder than a fucking redwood tree in my pants.

I took my clothes off and sat on the edge of the mattress. She came out in her robe and stopped in front of me.

I reached out, rested my hands on her hips, and stared at her.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured as she threaded her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes, relishing her touch.

When I opened my eyes, I breathed out and undid the belt on her robe, opening it like she was a gift from God.

Naked.

Completely bare for me.

I swallowed hard and stood, pushing her robe off as I went.

Her naked body pressed against mine. I kissed her, tasting every bit of her I could get. Carefully, I put her onto the mattress and laid her back, drinking in her beauty and silence.

I balanced myself over her small body, every nerve in my body pulled taut like a bowstring. My cock throbbed, heavy and hot, resting against her stomach, and still I didn’t move. I just looked at her.

She stared back at me with her colorful eyes. She was completely gorgeous, but silent, her chest rising and falling, lips parted, cheeks flushed. She didn’t speak, but she answered my silent question by spreading her legs wider for me. Her hand curled around my wrist. She didn’t have to stay a word to me. I knew. I knew she wanted me like I wanted her.

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