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“Mhm. Journalism,” I groan.
“That sounds perfect for you, Ren. I’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished.”
God, why does it feel like months apart instead of weeks?
“So proud,” he breathes into my ear, starting to pump his hips faster, pushing his leftover cum in and out of my hole, making wet, sloppy noises while he fucks me.
“Harder, Ky,” I beg, and he bands his arms around me, fucking me deep, andhard.
His cock is so far inside my ass, it feels like he’s splitting me open with every brutal shove of his hips.
And I love it.
It doesn’t take long for either of us to come, and he fills me up yet again, this time pulling out.
My hole pulses, a double load of jizz oozing out and down my balls.
“Stay still,” he commands, hopping up to grab a towel from the linen closet, and returning with a warm, wet washcloth to clean me up.
“That was fucking amazing,” I mumble into the soft blankets I’m lying face down on.
I let Kyle clean me up, it’s the least he can do for using my hole so thoroughly.
“Hey, so . . . I was thinking. We should update our parents together. I’ll call my mom, and she can plan dinner. We’ll tell everyone that we’ve not only made up, but we’re dating now and going to live together as well.”
My brain stutters like a record scratch, and the room goes silent as Kyle waits for my response.
“I’m sorry, did you just say that we’redating?” I ask in disbelief, even though a slow smile starts to creep up.
“Yeah, Ren. That is, if you’ll be my boyfriend?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.A thousand times yes,” I chant, kissing across his sweaty, naked chest.
“Get up here, boyfriend.”
I nearly whimper, making my way up his neck until I get to his soft lips.
A content feeling washes over me as I hover above him.
“I should have known you were the one I was destined for all along. My best fucking friend.” I lean down, kissing him deeply and savoring his taste like I always do.
“Forever,” he mumbles into my mouth, and I know that he truly means it.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
KYLE
Iclimb out of Warren’s truck, slowly walking to the front of the grill, staring up at my parents’ house—my house—as if it might somehow swallow me whole.
Sensing my nerves, Ren joins me and reaches his hand out. I grab hold, threading our fingers together and accepting my boyfriend’s support.
God, it sounds so weird to say that—weird but comforting.
“We got this, Ky. It’ll be fine.”
Ren tries to reassure me, but he doesn’t know if it’ll be okay. No one does. Dinner with our families could be an absolute disaster.
“I’ll take the lead, okay?”
