Page 77 of Until It Was Real

I smirk. “Challenge accepted.”

I pull her hand away from me so I can unzip my jeans and push my clothes down. Fuck. Condom. I nearly forgot. I reach for my jeans.

“What are you doing? Are you getting dressed again?”

“Need a condom,” I mutter as I dig through my pockets.

Dakota stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “No, you don’t.”

I glance up at her. Her cheeks flare. “I’m on birth control and I haven’t been with anyone else but you in the past year. And I got tested after I found out my dead husband cheated on me with hookers.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m trusting you.” She doesn’t trust me completely yet but she will. I’ll prove to her I’m trustworthy.

I press a hard kiss against her mouth. “The first time is going to be quick.”

“I thought you were going to make me scream,” she sasses.

“Don’t worry. You’ll scream,” I grumble.

I grasp her hips and spin her around. I place a hand between her shoulder blades and press until she’s bent over the sofa. “Widen your legs.”

She doesn’t hesitate to follow my direction. Perfect. She’s fucking perfect.

I notch my cock at her entrance before sinking into her. Fuck. She feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before. I thought I was addicted to Dakota before.

I was wrong.

Now, I’m addicted.

Chapter 24

“I didn’t know what I was missing before. But now I do. Holy mer-cow.” ~ Dakota

Dakota

Rhett’s arm around my waist tightens as he snuggles into my back.

“Did you just smell my hair?”

“It smells of strawberries.”

“I’ll take your answer as ‘yes, I’m a weirdo who smells girls’ hair’.”

“Not any girl. Only you.”

Warmth spreads throughout my body at his words.Only me.Little old me. Poor with a broken down car and more debt than any one person can pay off in a lifetime.

“I’m not with you for your money.” The words burst from me before my brain can go online and tell me to shut up.

“What?”

I slap a hand over my mouth. No more talking from me.

He rolls me over until we’re facing each other and brushes the hair off of my face. “Dakota, I know you’re not with me for my money.”

“I know. I know. I don’t know where those words came from.”

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