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He rips his shirt over his head before crawling on top of me and fitting himself between my legs, then his mouth is on my skin again and I’m moaning. Begging. Gyrating my hips, rubbing the mixture of our releases in between my legs all over him.

His massive hands snake down my sides, over my waist to my hips and around to my ass where he squeezes.

“I’m going to fucking worship you all night like the goddess you are. You’ll never be able to walk away from me again.” His eyes find mine in the lightly lit room, his irises the darkest blue I’ve ever seen.

“You’re mine now, pretty girl. And I take care of what’s mine.”

My stomach dips, all thought thrown out the window when his hands spread me to explore me even more. To fucking worship me as promised.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Olivia

“Sooooooo,”Summer says over the edge of her paper coffee cup, “Are we going to discuss the last three weeks of your life?”

I circle the lid of my own cup with the tip of my finger, my eyes tracing the movement, “What do you mean?”

Summer snorts, “You have a boyfriend.”

I crinkle my nose and move my eyes to hers, “Bleh, as if.”

The room around us moves in chaotic energy as people come and go for their morning coffee, the indie café Summer introduced me to buzzing.

We’re meeting Travis, Mac and Jax here in about fifteen minutes, but wanted to get in early to down a coffee and have girl talk before they come and monopolize our time.

Summer laughs, humming as she takes another drink of her latte. I can almost see the gears working in her head, trying to find the right words to pin me against the wall. But the fact is, Travis isn’t my boyfriend.

We’ve been hooking up for a few weeks, sure. He’s possessive, sure. But we haven’t labeled anything. We won’t. Well – I won’t. He wants to.

As if Summer can hear my thoughts, she speaks again, “Olivia, look at your neck!”

She points her manicured fingers at the trail of hickeys and bite marks that are covering my neck, and I chuckle under my breath.

“He is marking his damn territory!” Her voice is a whole new pitch, making a few people around us turn to look at what kind of animal is screeching at our table.

I roll my eyes, ignoring them, “He’s not marking his territory.”

Oh, he’s definitely marking his territory.

Summer huffs, but her mouth turns up in a grin a second later, “Whatever you say,pretty girl.”

I burst out laughing, Summer joining and slapping her hand on the table in front of us.

“Shut the fuck up.” I laugh.

She grins at me like a serial killer, I shake my head at her but decide to clap back anyways, “Should we discuss the three-way relationship you have found yourself in as of late?”

“Yes, we absolutely should.” She smiles and continues, “Olivia, have you ever fucked two dudes at once? Because it’s phenomenal.”

I choke on the mouthful of coffee I’m drinking, when the woman sitting at the table behind Summer’s back turns to gape at us.

“Summer!”

She laughs, “I am so fucking serious too, it’s like the two of them got together and decided that my vagina was queen of the world and they have to bow down to it. Every night is a celebration of my coochie.”

I laugh even harder, but scrunch my face, “Don’t say coochie.”

She blinks, “Cooter? Hooha? Pootang?”

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