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I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. One hand rests on her throat while the other finds her clit as I hold her against me, my thrusts stilling as another orgasm hits me out of nowhere. Nora’s pleasure echoes mine as her pussy starts to pulse around me while I fill her.
We fall to the bed, a sweaty, tangled mess. But I’ve never felt better. I hold her close, burying my face in her neck, in her hair.
“I love you,” I whisper in her ear.
She tenses in my arms.
Shit. Did I say that out loud?
I quickly add, “You don’t…you don’t have to say anything.”
Her body relaxes in my hold, and her hand finds mine where it rests over her belly. My cock starts to soften, but I make no move to pull out. I don’t want to. Her pussy is warm and wet, and it feels like home.
I know when I leave her, everything’s going to change. And maybe I just want to hold on to this a little longer.
“That’s what you deserve,” I whisper. “Love. Real love, not pretend.”
She looks at me over her pale shoulder, bright blue eyes as clear as I’ve ever seen them. My cock settles as I gaze into her eyes, and she traces her fingers along my lips.
“So do you, Russell. You deserve the world too.”
I smile, kissing her softly. “I already have the world, Nora. I have you. Here. Right now.”
Fuck me.
Dig my grave and bury me, because I know as Nora kisses me, that I’m a dead man walking.
21
NORA
“Maybe I’d beon cloud nine if I got some dick too,” Zayne says as Abby pushes him.
“That’s enough, you two,” Pam hisses as Krystal sings “la la la” as if she doesn’t want to hear any of this. And I guess if I was her, I wouldn’t either, to be honest.
“It’s not like that,” I say as I curl up in my chair with a bag of chips.
“Um…you are dating your ex’s brothers, and you’re going to tell me you aren’t getting any dick?” Zayne teases. “Might as well tell me that tomatoes are a fruit.”
“They are,” Pam says, deadpan.
“No, they’re a vegetable!” Zayne says. “They grow on a vine, they aren’t sweet, and they are the key ingredient in pizza and pasta sauce, and those things are not fruity.”
Pam rolls her eyes as Abby shakes her head.
“I’m not!” I say, but as my cheeks heat, I know it’s telling.
“I knew it!” Zayne waggles his eyebrows as Abby smacks him.
“Don’t listen to him, he’s just jealous,” she says.
“I mean, I get it,” Krystal says, and we all turn to look at her. “What? It makes sense you want to keep your options open, right? That’s whatdatingis. Besides, it’s like, the best revenge ever.”
Abby smiles smugly. “That’s what I said.”
“Would you stop!” I say, finishing off my bag of chips. “I’m not dating them for revenge, I’m?—”
Zayne spins in his chair, his grin wide. “No, of course not. You’re dating them for their wonderful personalities.” He makes a jacking off motion with his hand.
