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Not of staying.

Not of love.

Not of being chosen last.

Because they will always choose us, and I will choose them right back.

Chapter 54

Colt

The suite is too clean,too quiet, like it doesn’t know we just walked in on the high of a lifetime. Crisp linen, polished wood, glass everywhere. Floor-to-ceiling windows give us the entire skyline, lit up like a goddamn celebration.

It’s not the city I’m looking at.

It’s her.

Callie’s standing at the window, still in the clothes she wore to the arena. Hair wild. Backlit by the lights, like something untouchable. Beautiful in a way that guts me.

Maverick steps behind her, hands skimming low over her waist, undoing the button of her jeans with practiced ease. I move to her front, sliding my fingers into her belt loops. Together, we lower the denim inch by inch, slowly and reverently, until they hit the floor. She steps out, and Maverick tosses them aside.

I kiss her before she can catch her breath, fist her hair, tilt her head back, and devour her mouth. Then I move to her neck, dragging my lips over the curve of her throat, biting hard enoughto leave proof that she’s mine. She shudders in response, and I swear I feel it echo in my bones.

I grab the hem of her shirt, lift it over her head, and drop it without looking where it lands.

Her bra stays on for exactly three seconds before I’m tugging the cups down, exposing her to the city. My mouth closes over one breast, sucking hard, then swirling my tongue over her nipple until it’s tight and pebbled. I switch sides, dragging my teeth over the other, and her moan rips through the quiet like a shot.

Maverick’s behind her, brushing her hair aside, saying something low and dark that makes her eyes flutter shut as he rolls her nipples between his fingers, making her gasp, hips pressing forward, and back.

I kiss my way down her body, trailing my lips over every stretch of skin I can reach. My knees hit the carpet, and I graze my knuckles up the backs of her thighs, slow and hungry.

I circle my tongue around her navel, then bite gently at her hip bone, reveling in her sharp gasp. I’m right where I’ve wanted to be all goddamn day.

Maverick’s hands slip beneath the waistband of her panties and tug them down, revealing every inch of her—bare, blushing, and breathtaking.

My mouth hovers, hot breath against her core, raising goose bumps across her skin. I take my time, wanting her desperate for my touch, grazing my nose along the seam of her thigh, inhaling her scent as I brush her clit with my lips. She moans, hand digging into my hair. The sting of her grip sends sparks straight to my weeping cock. Everything about our girl is perfect.

Callie’s thighs tremble under my hands as I lick a slow stripe through her, tongue pressed flat and filthy, her sweet taste filling my mouth and clouding my brain. I groan against her, grip tightening on her ass as I bury my face deeper.

“Shit,” she gasps, hips jolting forward.

Maverick’s hands slide up from her wrists to her biceps as he gently—but firmly—presses Callie forward until her bare chest meets the cool glass. Her palms splay flat on the window above her head, breath fogging the pane in quick bursts.

“You like being on display like this, Wildflower?” he murmurs, voice dark silk behind her. “City out there doesn’t even know what they’re missing.”

She moans in response, and I feel it ripple through her thighs.

“Look at her,” Maverick says, like he’s talking to himself. “Dripping for us.”

I lap at her, slow and indulgent, letting my tongue circle her clit before flicking it just the way she likes—tight, fast, controlled. Her legs nearly give out, but I hold her steady.

“Colt—” she pants.

Maverick slides one hand down her front, dragging over her stomach, holding her still as I suck harder. Her hips jerk, thighs clenching.

I pull back, and she whines in frustration, but Maverick holds her firmly in place as he presses his cock between her thighs—slow at first, dragging it through the slick mess I’m making of her, then harder, deeper, until the tip bumps my mouth with every thrust.

My dick aches, and I grip it through my pants, opening my mouth, alternating between sucking her clit and taking his thick, hard, leaking tip into my mouth as he rocks forward again. Swirling my tongue around the slit, I taste the mix of his salt and her sweetness.

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