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I pulled back enough to look at him.
“Before?”
He nodded, smugness written all over his beautiful face.
“The first time you let me tap this pretty ass, you shed a couple tears…” He laughed and pulled at my scrunched nose. “It’s too late now, my forever. Won’t be long before I hear my three favorite words from you.”
I scoffed, and he snatched me to him, locking us in place with his legs.
“Mine,” he whispered into my neck, running his tongue from my throat to my lips. “I need my wife to help me settle a grievance.”
“Oh?” Our lips touched, and he smiled. “And what might this grievance be?”
He tightened his arms around me, face switching from playful to serious in an instant. My pussy throbbed around his dick, slowly bringing it to life.
“Agree first, and then I’ll tell you.”
I frowned.
Ew.Why did I want to say yes to his every whim all of a sudden?
“I agree,” I said, despite what I was thinking. “But it better be something fun. We still need to talk about everything else, too.”
He flexed his hips into me, and I lost all the sense God gave me in an instant.
Thisfuckingdick.
“When’s the next time you’ll see ole boy?”
I smiled.
“Don’t worry, the engagement won’t be a problem by the end of next Sunday.”
He hummed.
“Invite me to the party, and all grievances will be settled.”
I nodded and he deepened his strokes as if to say ‘good girl’ but instead whispered, “You’ll enjoy your reward. I promise.”
Thisfuckingman.
CHAPTER 22
ECHO
I setForever’s wedding bands on the nightstand in her apartment while she showered, then went back to mine.
We were past moving slow, and how I’d wanted her to remember first; none of it mattered anymore.
The only thing that’d satisfy me now was her wearing the rings that signified our commitment and killing Jayden for thinking she was his to claim.
“When you invite people to your home, you shouldn’t leave them waiting for a lifetime,” Solei complained from the kitchen, while digging through my fridge.
I cut my eyes at Oliver to find him engrossed in his phone. Now was the perfect time to drop the news.
“Your mother’s name wasn’t Aurelia Samuels but Soleme Fairchild,” I confessed, sort of enjoying the way they slowly turned to look at me. “She has a twin brother named Solomon, who’s the head of the Collective.”
“Aww,” Solei said, closing the fridge. “Do you think that’s why she gave me an S name?”
