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He licks his thumb and settles it between us so it hits my clit every time I shift.

“Oh,” I moan. Yes, that little bit of extra pressure is what I was missing.

I fuck myself down onto him, hard and steady, and then I’m there.

I scream and hope Miles was right and that he and Chance can’t hear me. Because there’s no way I can keep these sounds in. It’s amazing, the feel of Austin.

Him inside me.

Us.

He thrusts up to meet me, hard. His breathing is ragged and his motions become wild, no rhythm. He’s chasing his own satisfaction and in one, two deep thrusts, he holds himself deep. And he comes.

“Oh my God,” I breathe, falling onto his chest.

He wraps his arms around me, holding me close. He’s still deep inside me and I smile.

This. Right here.

Everything.

I’m not sure how long we lie there together, entwined. I only know that I feel safe and happy.

Austin hasn’t moved either.

And I feel complete.

I feel right.

And I never want to move.

17

AUSTIN

“Austin!”

Hands grip my shoulders. Carly’s hands.

I jerk upward to banging on my bedroom door.

For a moment, I’m back home in Seattle, and the alarm is going off for the early morning cargo run.

But this isn’t Seattle.

And I have a gorgeous woman in my bed. Whose every soft inch I can feel against me. Who came like a dream when I was inside her. Who has so many issues I don’t know where to start, although perhaps it’s a conversation about the scars on her thighs and back. I couldn’t ask her yesterday, not in the middle of something she and I both wanted. So I figure I’d ask her later, in the afterglow. They sure as shit aren’t going anywhere.

Except the afterglow included the best sleep I’ve had in forty Sundays, and apparently it was pretty good for her too, since it’s morning and she’s still here.

But she’s no longer asleep. She’s holding my shoulders with the grip of death.

“Knock it off!” I yell to whoever’s pounding.

“Open up.” It’s Miles. His deep voice carries through the door. “I need to talk to you.”

“I’m a little busy,” I say.

What the hell time is it, anyway? I glance at the window. It’s light out, but the sun rises before six.

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