Page 105 of Tangled Up

Heat floods my lower body, and the fire rises in my veins, centering in the place where we’re joined. We’re animals now, focused only on the climax just within our reach.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps, as if I could.

Come drips down her legs, and I hold her in a death grip as my cock pulses, filling her as her moans fill my ears. Her spasms blank my mind, and my fingers slow over her clit, stroking as she jerks and whimpers.

Falling forward, I wrap my arms around her, still buried deep in her body. She turns her head to find my mouth, and our lips seal together, our tongues slide and curl.

We’re completely united in our love, our engagement, our future, leaving the past far behind.

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“Where it began, I can’t begin to know it…” Henry stands beside me in front of the bonfire, and we launch into the lyrics of “Sweet Caroline” coming from the speaker.

“Ba ba bah!” Jessica yells, and Carly covers her ears squealing.

“Not this! Anything but this,” she cries, laughing.

Dropping onto the sand in front of her, I pull her onto my lap. “Good times never felt so good.”

“So good! So good! So good!” Henry walks over to where Libby’s sitting watching with a smile, sipping her beer.

“You guys are crazy.” She shakes her head, and he kisses her cheek.

I shift around to sit on my butt, holding Carly on my lap. “I’d like to take credit for that.” I’m speaking low in her ear, and she turns her head to kiss my cheek.

“I’m just glad she’s not touching you anymore.”

“Nobody touches me but you.” I kiss the side of her neck.

Jessica is on her feet, opening the package of hot dogs and buns and untying the skewers. “Henry, is it true if you shake a gerbil upside down, its eyes will fall out?”

“No.” Henry looks up from where he was saying something to Libby that made her laugh shyly.

“I heard if a Chihuahua gets too excited, its eyes will pop out.” Carly kisses my cheek and hops up beside her bestie to grab a skewer. “Is that true?”

“That can happen.” Henry nods.

“No!” Carly stops mid-skewer. “I thought that was an old wives’ tale. Why do they do that?”

He crosses his arms, leaning back. “Blunt trauma is the most common cause, but it can also happen if their skin is pulled too hard.”

“Ew!” Carly shakes her hands, making a cringe face. “I hope I never see that.”

“It’s pretty gruesome,” her brother concurs.

“That’s enough—subject change!” Jessica waves her skewer like a conductor’s stick.

“It was your subject, weirdo,” Henry laughs.

Jessica turns, pointing her loaded skewer at Carly and me. “You can’t keep us in suspense any longer. We want all the scoop—when’s the wedding, when are you moving back to Eden, when do I get my first Godchild?”

“Beck, you want one?” Carly holds up a hot dog and a skewer.

She’s adorable in jeans and a sweatshirt with her long hair piled on top of her head in a bun, and it feels a little colder without her on my lap, even though I’m wearing a fisherman sweater and a beanie.

I nod, and she adds another hotdog to the spear before joining her friend. “We’re thinking about a March wedding, maybe the first day of spring?”

“I love that!” Jessica bounces on her toes. “The weather will be perfect, and we can have everyone here. I can help with all the details…”

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