Page 44 of Ending the Game

When I pull back from Cooper, breathless and dying to lock us in a room for the night, Aiden’s already sitting back down, eating his dinner. He looks up at us with a fork full of chicken parmigiana halfway to his mouth. “Are you done yet?”

“Oh, big brother. Every single time you torture us about being stepsiblings, I’m going to torture you in a totally different way. You already caught Mom and Coach banging in the kitchen. I’ll make that look like a Disney movie.” I sit down next to Aiden and lay my napkin back down in my lap.

His face pales. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I would.” Two can play at this game.

Murphy gotover everything faster than I expected.

He’s always been the biggest hothead among us.

And he wasn’t wrong.

If Brady had tried hiding his relationship with Nattie, I’d have been beyond pissed.

But I’d do it all again if it meant I got to keep Carys at the end of it all.

Because I’m not letting go this time. Not ever again. This woman is mine. She’s always been, and I want every fucking person around us to know it too.

So hours later, when Carys shuts the front door behind Murphy, I claim her.

I spin her around and crowd her body against the door—one palm flat on the wood next to her face, the other on her hip, with my knees bent, bringing myself eye level with my beautiful girl. Fighting for the control that snapped hours ago and has been teetering on the brink since.

She gasps and brings her soft hands up, running her fingers through my hair. The tenderness in her eyes overwhelms me. “You love me?”

“You are the air I breathe, Carys Murphy. Did you ever really doubt it? I needed to get my head on straight.” I run my nose along her neck, inhaling her. “You’ve got to realize we’re still in the middle of a storm, baby, but I never stopped loving you. You—loving you, protecting you above everything else in this life—that will always be my top priority.” I lean in and take her lips in a punishing kiss, my tongue stroking hers.

Our bodies pressed together. Leaving no room between us.

Her soft curves melt against me, and my cock strains to get closer.

It’s frenzied and messy. Urgent and needy.

Carys whimpers in my arms. “God, Cooper.” She licks into my mouth, pushing for more and wraps her arms around my neck, rubbing against me.

Until I’m not sure where she stops and I start.

My hands slide down her body and under her dress, gripping her ass and squeezing.

Needing to feel her skin against me.

I lift her as she wraps herself around me like a koala bear, and the heat of her pussy has my cock pulsing in response. “I missed you, baby,” I groan against her skin.

She nips at my ear as I walk us up the stairs. “Every day, Cooper.” She bites my earlobe and tugs it between her teeth, then runs her tongue along the edge. “I missed you when you were gone...”

I step into her room and kick the door shut behind us, then turn her back against it for leverage.

Carys rips my shirt over my head and kisses me again, her tongue sweeping into my mouth in hot, frantic strokes. “I missed you even more when you were next to me and I couldn’t touch you. I never want to feel that kind of pain again.” She pulls her dress over her head, then unbuckles my belt and unzips my jeans. “Touch me,” she begs. “Please God, touch me before I die.”

We shove my jeans down just enough, and I rip her panties from her body and take her mouth again as I drag my cock through her soaked pussy. My head spins as all the blood in my body rushes to my dick with an urgent need.

I drag my tongue down her delicate neck, then bite down on the crease by her shoulder as I drive into her, burying myself. Drowning in her.

Carys winces as her tight little pussy adjusts to my cock after having gone months without each other. We both still. Reveling in the connection between us.

Silent.

Motionless.

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