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I press her back against the wall. My mouth devours hers as she whimpers into me, her fingers fisting in my shirt. I’m drowning, and she’s the only thing keeping me afloat.
“Angel,” I rasp against her lips, my forehead pressed to hers. “You’re gonna destroy me.”
She smiles, wicked and sweet, tugging me closer. “Then let me.”
Her hoodie’s bunched in my fists before I even realize I’ve grabbed it. She gasps into my mouth as I shove it higher, my hands skimming hot skin. The sound wrecks me.
“Everett,” she breathes, tugging at my sweats like she can’t stand a single barrier between us. “Please…”
That single word undoes me.
I hook my hands beneath her thighs and lift. She wraps around me instantly, her legs locking tight at my waist. I stumbleus toward the couch, our mouths never breaking. The second I drop into the cushions with her straddling me, it’s chaos.
Her hoodie hits the floor. My sweats follow. She’s already wet for me, slick and desperate as she grinds against me through the thin scraps of her cotton panties.
“Goddamn, angel,” I rasp, my head falling back as she rocks harder, her nails clawing down my shoulders. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She leans in, her lips brushing mine. “Then die with me.”
I roll her over onto her back, then push her panties aside. I slide into her in one hard thrust. Her cry rips through the room, muffled when my mouth swallows it in a bruising kiss.
I’m frantic. Needy. Each time I slide inside her wetness, it’s a clash of want and desperation. She clings to me, gasping my name between kisses, her pussy taking my cock like it was made for this.
The rhythm builds fast. Her hips buck against mine. My grip on her waist is bruising, but I can’t stop. The sound of us fills the cabin: ragged breaths, frantic whispers, the wet slap of skin.
“I can’t—Everett—” she gasps, breaking against me, trembling apart in my arms.
“That’s it, angel. Soak my cock.”
She pulses around me, her pussy squeezing me like a vice.
I squeeze my eyes closed, but I can’t stop. I follow her over the edge with a guttural groan, my body shaking, my release pulsing deep inside her.
For a long, shuddering moment, we cling together, her damp forehead pressed to mine. My hands still gripping her like I’ll never let go.
Finally, I rasp, broken and undone, “You’ll be the end of me, angel.”
She smiles faintly, still catching her breath. “Then we’ll go down together.”
CHAPTER 40
Everett
The truck rumbles steadilybeneath us, the lake flashing in glimpses through the trees as we head toward town. Grayson’s riding shotgun, a folded bill of sale in his hand, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, even though the boat is mine.
“Hell of a purchase,” he says, giving the paper a little wave. “You’re gonna love it, Everett. Nothing beats a boat on this lake.”
Bri’s pressed between us, her shoulder brushing mine every time the truck hits a bump. It’s a small thing, just fabric on fabric, but it’s torture. Every nerve in my body is wired to her, burning.
“Think of it, Bri,” Grayson goes on, his voice warm with nostalgia. “Early mornings out there with Everett, coffee in hand, fishing poles in the water.” He glances at me.
“Dad,” she groans, dragging out the word. “You’re making it sound like we’re eighty.”
He chuckles, unbothered. “Nah. Just means you’re overdue for some quality time with your old man. You’ll bait your own hook this time, right?”
Color creeps up her cheeks. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, sneaking a glance at me like she’s begging for the seat to swallow her whole. “Maybe.”
I keep my eyes fixed on the road, but a smirk tugs at my mouth. I can only imagine her trying to bait her own hook.
