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Did he just tell me he loves me?

Did he mean it like helovesmelovesme? Or in the way that you might say to a friend or family member. Like I love you, but I’m not in love with you?

When he pulls back, his gaze is still locked firmly on mine. I’m still not sure I heard him right or that I fully understand the meaning behind what he said.

“Come on.” He grabs my hand again. “There’s a water target game over here calling my name.” With that, he tugs me into the crowd, the sound of his words echoing in my ears long after the moment has passed.

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“So, as far as celebrationsgo, how would you rate tonight?” Titus glances at me from the driver’s seat, his eyes bouncing between me and the road.

“I give it a solid nine point five out of ten.” I grin, relaxing my head back against the seat.

We spent hours at the fair. Riding rides, watching the derby, playing so many games I’m convinced Titus spent a hundred dollars or more, with nothing to show for it other than a tiny little stuffed monkey he managed to win by popping a balloon with a dart.

“Guess I’ll have to make up that point five I’m missing at home.” He reaches across the seat and squeezes my thigh right above my knee. My skin instantly heats.

“Why wait until we get home?” I brazenly say, feeling daring and adventurous. Something I’ve never really felt before.

I don’t know who I am anymore. And I like the feeling. More than I could ever verbally express.

Without a word, Titus pulls the truck over the first chance he gets, parking on a little patch of gravel along the side of the dark country road.

I’m out of my seatbelt and moving toward him before he even has the truck in park, throwing my leg over his lap seconds after he kills the engine.

“Fallon.” He groans against my lips when I lay a wet kiss to his mouth. “You really want to do this right here?” he asks, a hum of pleasure vibrating through him when I arch back against the steering wheel and grind down.

“I’m very sure.” I smile, pulling down the straps of my dress to reveal the lacy bra I’m wearing underneath.

His mouth instantly goes to the swell of my chest, licking and sucking his way along the thin material.

I reach between us, somehow managing to get his pants undone in the restricted confines of the truck. I slide my hand over his erection, not missing the way his breath hitches at the contact.

I love feeling like I have power over him. Like one touch is all it takes and he completely comes undone beneath me.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck and he tugs my face back down to his, kissing me so deeply I swear there’s not an inch of my mouth his tongue doesn’t touch.

Heat creeps up my back, spreading across my limbs.

I pump my hand up and down, feeling him grow impossibly hard under my touch as I work him through the material of his boxers.

“Wait.” His hand closes around my wrist, halting my movements. “I don’t have any condoms in here,” he pants, as lost in the moment as I am.

“What do you mean you don’t have any condoms in here? You have condoms everywhere.”

“I took them out the other day. Didn’t see any reason to keep them in here.”

I understand what he’s telling me. He’s done with random hook ups and one-night stands. He’s done picking up women, fucking them, and moving on. And I know the significance of that one action.

“Well, lucky for you, we don’t need one.” I slide his thick erection from the confines of his boxers and gently run my fingers from root to tip.

“What do you mean we don’t need one?” He groans again, this time from deep in his throat.

“I have an IUD.” I move my hand inward, pushing my panties haphazardly to the side as I work to line him at my entrance. “It’s a birth control implant,” I tell him in case he doesn’t know what that is.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks when I run his bare heat through my folds.

“I am.” I press my lips to his as I arch upward and slowly lower myself down onto him.

We both moan in unison, the feeling of him bare inside of me more pleasurable than I ever thought it could be.

“Fuck, Fallon.” He drops his head back, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets me take the reins.

It’s not easy, given the steering wheel behind me, but I manage to find a comfortable rhythm, working up and down over top of him.

His fingers bite into my hips as he helps me move, guiding me. I buck against him, my need for release growing more intense with every passing moment.

“Fallon.” I look down to see his eyes on me. “I’m not going to last. You feel too fucking good.” His words sound almost pained, like it’s killing him to hold himself together.

This only spurs me on further. And when I feel him tense against me, followed by the warm heat of his release, I fall apart, his name the last thing on my lips before everything goes fuzzy.

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