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“Ride me, Tanner.” He palms my hips and moves me into a rhythm.

I’m not one hundred percent sure I’m doing this right, but from the look on his face and the rapid breaths coming from his mouth I’d say he’s enjoying himself.

I can feel the pressure in my lower abdomen as I roll my hips one more time. His hooded eyes are locked on mine as my orgasm hits. I clench around him as I ride out the waves of pleasure that are consuming me.

My eyes close and I hear him try to hold in his roar as he flips me back over, and releases inside of me. I can feel his cock pulsing while he buries his face into my neck.

His hot breath fans across my skin when he whispers, “you’re mine.”

Holy. Crap.

My legs are tingling, and my skin feels damp with sweat as our bodies mold together. When he collapses beside me, his arm stays locked around my waist and his lips press softly against the curve of my shoulder. My brain feels hazy as I try to regain a steady heart rate. I had no clue this is what I’ve been missing.

A few minutes later, he rolls over, disposing of the condom in the small trash can by my nightstand. I don’t know what sex is supposed to be like, but that was…...amazing. I see why all the girls want him now. For a brief second that thought makes my chest ache. The thought of him with someone else. I feel his strong arm wrap around my bare waist, and he pulls me into his chest, evaporating the sudden cloud of anxiety. We lay together in silence, as his fingers aimlessly run through my hair.

“Scar was found dead today. I had to go identify his body.” I can feel the emotion behind his words.

I spin around so I’m facing him, and cup his face. “I’m so sorry.”

I know he loved Scar like a brother.

“Just a shit day.” He reaches up and takes my hand in his, dropping a quick kiss on my knuckles.

He wraps me in his arms. I breathe him in and place a gentle kiss over the tattoo on his chest. Before long, we are both falling asleep.

I nudge him gently. “You better get back to your room.”

“I need just a couple more minutes, Vix,” he whispers.

I smile to myself and close my eyes.

It’s official, I’ve gone and caught feelings for Zeke LeBlanc.

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