Page 102 of Don't Let Me Fall (Don't Let Me 1)

Letting go of her arms, I grab her thighs, and she jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist. She’s too worked up to take it slow and doesn’t complain when I thrust into her again with all of my strength.

Her moans spur me on. Her hot breath against my neck. Her needy whimpers begging me for more. My skin feels too tight as a bead of sweat rolls down my spine. Then, we’re coming.

We both fall over the edge at the same time, and she melts in my arms.

This girl.

This damn girl.

She might be the death of me.

But I wouldn’t care if she was. Because she’s mine now. And there isn’t a chance in hell I’m ever letting her go.

With her head on my shoulder, she catches her breath, and I slowly let her slide down my body, already missing her even though she’s right in front of me. Once her feet are on the ground, my dick slips out of her. Along with my cum.

Shit. We didn’t use protection.

I’d been so caught up, the ramifications were barely a blip on my radar until now.

I grab some toilet paper and help clean her up. Holding her face with my opposite hand, I force her to look at me. “You’re on birth control?”

“I said I was,” she replies.

I know she did, but I still need to hear it one more time. Because I’ve never had sex without a condom. I’ve never been stupid enough to. But it felt good. Not only physically but also emotionally. Like the last of our barriers were finally behind us. And I needed it more than I realized.

With a quick kiss to her forehead, I breathe out a sigh of relief, toss the toilet paper into the toilet, and flush.

Before she has a chance to open the door, I grab her wrist and stop her. “Say it again, Ash.”

She looks up at me and rolls her eyes. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I mean it. Say it again.”

Whatever sarcasm present from seconds ago vanishes, her little tongue darting between her lips to moisten them.

“I’m yours,” she whispers.

I lean down and kiss her again, savoring her unique taste along with the declaration like it’s a fine wine, surprised by how much I need it. Her compliance. Because this fake dating bullshit while sneaking around behind everyone’s back? It’s been a bitch. And I’m done hiding.

44

ASHLYN

I can’t believe I said I’m his. I mean, I can because he most definitely owns me. But the fact I said it out loud? To his face? After the best sex of my life in a dirty bar bathroom? That was a new low––high?––even for me.

The rest of the night is a blur. After being yelled at by Theo and Mia for forgetting the drinks Colt promised, we ordered a round of beers, found a booth at the side of the bar, and settled in. Well, for a little while. Until Theo tried to hook me up with a few random men. Colt intervened and said I wasn’t in the mood. Afterward, Theo asked why Mia and Colt weren’t dancing. I intervened and said Mia wasn’t much for dancing.

Round and round we went, twisting our lies into a web of chaos until Theo found a woman who’s a sucker for hockey players, and he went home, leaving the rest of us alone.

Finally.

Don’t get me wrong. I like Theo. But he’s more of a meddler than Kate’s parents, and that’s saying something.

As soon as SeaBird’s door closes behind him, a serious Mia leans forward in the booth, resting her elbows on the table, and tells Colt, “We need to break up.”

With a dry laugh, Colt puts his arm around me. “Yeah. I know.”

She leans back in the booth, surprised. Like she didn’t expect him to give in so easily when he’s the one helping her out in the first place.

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