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And I would give up everything I’ve ever known for her and Everly.
I don’t care what Lando’s decision is.I love her.I’m in love with her, and maybe I have been since the first time I laid eyes on her standing by the jukebox.
Those same eyes stare up at me now, full of life and a whole lot of sass. “What am I waiting for?”
She licks her lips, waiting for me to reply.
Unbuckling the rest of my belt, I pull my cock out. “This.”
I’m so fucking hard from getting her off, one look at my dick in her face, and her eyes pop wide. Air’s sucked to the back of her throat and exhaled on a groan.
“Oh.”
“Open your mouth.”
She does as I ask, looking so fucking hot all chest heaving, pink tongue resting on her bottom lip, her eyes holding mine as I smear precum around her mouth.
“Now suck.”
She takes me in, all the way, cheeks hollowing out until I hit the back of her throat, and she pulls away. Then goes again, tongue twisting. It’s fucking incredible, and when she laces her fingers over mine and takes hold of my dick, my balls tighten and my head falls back.
“Jesus, Hayve.”
Batting my hand away, she takes control, nostrils flaring as she steadies her breathing. So I push her hair back and watch my dick disappear between her soft, plump lips. My hips buck deeper, and she takes it all.
If there’s an art to giving good head, Haven is Picasso.
Reaching around, she runs her finger between my legs, finishing with a gentle squeeze of my balls, and knowing I’m close sucks me deeper. And I fucking love her even more for it.
“Haven. . .shiiit.” My legs buckle, and I explode, hitting the back of her throat, coating her tongue and spilling down her chin before she gets a chance to swallow.
My fingers stay in her hair, holding her still, and I concentrate on the sensation of her tongue licking me clean until she pops off and leans back on her haunches.
She’s as breathless as I am, arm swiping across her mouth. Dropping down, I grab her chin, bringing her face to mine, and I kiss her until we collapse on the floor.
“Holy shit.” She exhales into my shoulder.
Holy shit is right.
I have icing in my hair, I’m sticky, my clothes are covered in sugar, and when I finally work up the energy to survey the mess, I bark out a laugh, because right there in the gingerbread dough is a perfect print of her arse.
Using the counter for leverage, she pulls herself up to see what I’m laughing at, and groans.
“How ’bout we keep that batch just for us?”
CHAPTER 21
Haven
“Alex.” I nudge him. Nothing. “Alex.” Still nothing.
The volume of Everly’s screams increases. How the hell is he sleeping through them? And I know it’s 2 a.m., but I need himawake.
“ALEX!”
He rubs his eyes open. “Wassrong?”
“Something’s wrong with Everly. She’s got a temperature, and she’s been sick.”
