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“It’s okay, Babe. I know you didn’t mean it. We’re over that. Sex doesn’t have to be a give and a give. Tit for tat. It’s okay to just receive…and know that I’m every bit as satisfied right now as you are. And you’re wrong. I am a player. Never forget that.”

My eyes grow large at his confession.

“What—”

“But this time, Emily Chesney,” he says cupping my face in the palm of his hand. “This time I’m playing for keeps.”

Sliding a finger under my chin he kisses me once more. “Goodnight.”

Chapter 14

Emmett

Mother fucker that couldn’t have gone more perfectly if I had planned it all myself. I don’t even bother putting my boxer briefs on. I’m so hyped up and hard, I can barely stand it. Instead, I throw myself onto my mattress, laying there, spread eagle, thinking about what just happened with my best friend.

My God, her face when she comes.

The sounds she makes.

Her sweet taste.

I could die tomorrow and be a happy man knowing that I finally got to have a taste of Emily Chesney. That I got to be the one to make her feel like she was floating on a cloud. That it was my name she was screaming as I made her come. Did I want more? Fuck, yes, I did, but what she said was partially true. I used to be a player. I know that’s one of her biggest anxieties when it comes to the two of us being together. She’s afraid I’ll treat her the way I used to treat women, but she’s wrong. That’s why I didn’t push for my own finish with her tonight. I didn’t want tonight to be about me at all.

I just wanted her.

And my mind only allowed me to think about her the whole time. I didn’t give a damn about my own lust or my dick that even now is reminding me of how turned on I am. No, all I could see as I licked her, sucked her, worshipped her, watched her, was my wife, my lover, the mother of my children, my best friend.

I would do anything for her.

I want to be with her for the rest of my life. I want to smile at her when she gives me some random fact for God knows what. I want to eat all her hellfire chicken bricks and laugh over crazy shows on Netflix. I want to sing karaoke with her and play endless rounds of Twister. I want to carry her to my bed every night knowing she’s mine and I’m hers and the life we have together is everything we could possibly want.

I don’t need anyone else in this world.

I just need Emily.

I also need to take care of this raging hard on so I can wind down and eventually get some sleep.

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“You sure you really want this?” Graham asks, his tattoo gun at the ready.

With the wedding festivities starting with tonight’s rehearsal, Emily and I made our way into town this morning. The whole family helped decorate the barn for tomorrow’s reception as soon as we arrived and now the girls are having their spa day while us guys hang out and do…whatever it is guys do before one of them gets married.

In this case, get a tattoo.

I nod. “Absolutely. Right here.” I point to the area right above my heart.

Asher shakes his head, amused. “You’ve been together what, a week? Two maybe?”

“What does it matter? I don’t want anyone else. She’s it for me.”

“Yeah, but what if you’re not it for her?”

I’m mildly offended. “What? Why wouldn’t I be it for her?”

He laughs. “I don’t know, Emm. Maybe your dick’s too small.”

With all the seriousness I can muster I point at him. “Hey. My dick is not small. It may not vibrate in ten different speeds or have automatic swivel action, but it always gets the job done…with pleasure, I might add.”

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