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“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” I panted out. “You have managed to suck my brain out of my head. I mean, damn.”
I wasn’t just blowing smoke up his ass and I hoped he could see that.
I collapsed into his arms, too limp and tired to even worry with the fact that my pants were still around my ankles.
His chest rumbled with a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me.
“Let’s get you home, baby,” he said as he kissed the side of my head.
Then he pulled my pants up, zipping them up once they were settled around my hips. He righted his own before guiding me to the passenger’s side of the car. I mustered up enough energy to buckle myself in.
I didn’t remember the drive home. Or the walk to my bed. All I knew, was that I woke up wrapped around the man that I found strong, loving, amazing, and all fucking mine. The very man that I had started to realize that not only I couldn’t live without, but that I didn’t want to.
Yeah, right then Ky owned every part of me.
And I was perfectly happy with that.
