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Inner walls clamping around them both like a vise, I shot toward the stratosphere like a rocket, shrieking and babbling nonsensical things. Words. Curses. Ashton’s name—Rhett’s—while arching toward the ceiling, shuddering with every pulse of euphoria zapping through my body.

I flew like Annie Kelly’s characters did, but Ashton yanking me down to claim my mouth brought me back to earth.

Ashton erupted deep inside my pussy, and I squeezed his throbbing cock tight, trying to pull him in deeper, wanting to hold every drop he offered inside my body.

Rhett let out a harsh grunt and backed out of my ass so quickly, I cried out over the discomfort.

Hot cum shot over my back, spurts of sticky wetness marking me.

But I knew in the deepest parts of me that he didn’t see his cum on my skin as a claiming. He might have given pleasure, but I would never measure up to the woman he’d envisioned for the two of them.

Someone as polished as him and Ashton, who would bring value to their lives. Perhaps rich, but definitely stable. Mature. Not so…flighty or foolish.

Tears slid over my cheeks, soaking Ashton’s chest where I rested, wrung out, backside aching more than I’d expected and far from comfortable physically and emotionally.

Ash’s hands glided up and down my back again, but the pain in my heart wouldn’t be soothed.

Rhett left us for the bathroom, and I managed to draw an easier breath in his absence.

“Did we hurt you?” Ashton asked, his breath hot against my hair.

I took stock of my backside, squeezing enough that Ashton groaned. His dick still lodged inside me like a plug for his cum, and I was determined to hold him there as long as possible.

“I’m fine,” I whispered the half-truth—even if my mind wasn’t.

We had crossed serious boundaries, and I should have been drowning in a glorious river of sweet deliciousness.

But I felt as though I’d been dragged across jagged rocks.

Ashton tightened his hold on me, shifting his knees upward to plant his feet on the bed and keep his softening length from slipping free from my body.

A heavy sigh shuddered him beneath me.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he murmured and kissed my hair. “I’m just dreaming about babies and happily ever afters.”

His whispered words made me lift my head so I could see his face.

There was no more falling.

I was in love with Ashton Blackwood—fully and thoroughly. My eyes welled.

His responded in kind.

“Hi,” I whispered, smiling as a fresh tear slid down my cheek.

“Hi back.” His dimple popped, and I pressed my lips to his, hoping what I felt for him would be enough for the unclear future ahead of us.

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Rhett

There was no denying Skylar had a sweet ass.

But she hated having my dick shoved up there. It had taken quite a bit of patient stretching, but she still resisted the hell out of my cock regardless of the bottle of lube I’d emptied in her and over my length.

Breaking in a virgin hole while another dick fucked her pussy hadn’t been the smartest thing Ashton and I had done, but it was what he’d asked for.

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