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She sighs, fisting the sheets as I dip my tongue inside her, feasting on her sweet pussy. “On your cock, please.”

“Beautiful fucking girl.” I run my tongue along her slit, licking up as much of her as I can before I lean over her, fusing my mouth with hers so she can see how good she tastes.

I move back behind her, my gaze trailing every delicious inch of her, the dip in her waist that leads to those wide hips, soft enough for me to dig my fingers into. The curve in her spine that glides down to those dimples on her lower back, right above that immaculate, round ass.

“Fuckinglovethese,” I rumble, dragging my palms down her back to the dimples, digging my thumbs into her soft flesh. I press my cock against her ass and groan, holding her in place while I fight for control. “You’re a fucking goddess, Rosie. This body makes me fucking…feral.”

“Feral?” she whispers, and when she lifts her ass, rubbing it against my cock, any semblance of control vanishes.

I yank her thighs to me, the soles of her feet hitting the ground, her chest flat on the bed, and I kick her legs wide before I plunge deep inside her. Her back bows off the bed, and she rips the sheets free from the mattress.

“Christ.” I grip her hip, holding her there while I pound into her, my other hand gliding up her back, fisting in her wet locks. “Goddammit, I love you. Love fucking you. But mostly…” I bend over her, driving deeper as I angle her face to mine. “Mostly, I love loving you.”

She cries out my name as our mouths collide, my hips slapping against her ass as

I climb higher and higher. She clenches around my cock, squeezing me deeper, and when I reach around and rub her clit, she explodes, dropping her face to the sheets to bury her scream.

I pull out of her, flipping her over and tossing her up to the pillows, crawling toward her.

“One more, baby,” I plead, spreading her legs, tossing one over my shoulder as I drop my chest to hers. “One more.”

She shakes her head, eyes squeezed shut as I sink back inside her, racing toward the finish line. She’s already coming, squeezing me again, or maybe she’s just never stopped. I don’t fucking know, but when her hips lift and she yanks my mouth down to hers, when she tells me she loves me one more time, I let go. I empty everything I have inside her, burying her name in the crook of her neck as we cling to each other, sweaty, breathless, and so fucking happy.

When I roll off her two minutes later, it’s only because I’m scared of crushing her.

“That was incredible. Otherworldly. I think I transcended.” Her head flops, bleary eyes staring at me. “Seriously, Adam, I don’t know how you’ll ever beat that.”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life trying.”

“Life goals?”

“My only goal in this life is making sure you spend the rest of your days knowing, without a doubt, how loved you and Connor are.” I tuck her into my side, sweeping my thumb over her dimpled chin. “If I succeed, I’ll have lived this life right.”

She smiles, sifting her fingers through my curls before pressing a kiss to my lips. “You are perfect for us, Adam.”

It’s not hard to realize how lucky I’ve gotten in finding Rosie. If it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I ever would’ve found the courage to truly be myself, to give all of me to someone else. I might have lived forever being too scared of rejection, too scared of fake loves and misguided intentions. Now, I get to live my life knowing that somebody has seen it all and still chose me.

That’s Rosie.

She unravels every string, and when she puts me back together again, I’m better than I was before. Whole, finally, and I don’t think I’ve ever been whole.

CHAPTER34

NO-NUT NOVEMBER

ADAM

“Pink’s my favorite color.”

“It’s one of mine too.” It wasn’t up until four months ago, but now when I think of pink, I think of everything bright, fresh, and captivating. I think of Rosie.

But instead of telling this preteen girl that, of all the options I was presented with earlier today, I chose to dress as the pink crayon because the color reminds me of the fistful of hair I had in my hands this morning while Rosie took my cock as far down her throat as she could, I settle on: “It makes me happy.”

The girl in front of me grins as I take my picture from her hands and uncap my marker. “My name is Skylar.”

“Skylar,” I repeat, scrawling her name across the picture before signing mine, finishing it with my jersey number. “Here you go, Skylar.” I dump a whack of candy in her plastic pumpkin bucket. “Happy Halloween.”

“Thanks!” She looks at Jaxon, her eyes moving over him with disgust. “Idon’tlike green. It reminds me of puke.”

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