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When the last of my cum dripped from my cock, I dropped onto her, letting part of my weight hold her down as we both gasped for air. I nuzzled the side of her face and kissed the fluttering pulse point of her throat.

Her hands stroked down my back to my ass and squeezed. My hips gave a half-hearted jerk, and I felt a shudder ripple through her pussy. I kissed her shoulder next, then trailed kisses up the column of her neck until I found her mouth again.

“I’m never letting you go,” I whispered against her lips, hoping she knew how dead-ass serious I was.

She gave me a soft look. “Good. That’s all I ever wanted.”

In a minute I’d need to get up. Clean up the mess we’d made and tuck her into bed. But right now, I wasn’t moving. Even as my cock started to soften in her, I refused to pull out. Refused to move an inch.

In this moment, I had everything I wanted. Everything I needed.

I’d finally tasted the girl next door. The girl I’d been obsessed with for as long as I could remember. Now she was mine.

And I didn’t fucking share.

CHAPTER 27

BEX

Shafts of light streaming around the edges of the drawn curtains woke me. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking the room into focus as my brain came back online.

I was surrounded by hard, hot muscles.

I remembered Court grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom and gently, almost reverently, cleaning between my legs before tossing it aside and climbing back into bed with me. But what had happened next had shocked the hell out of me.

Court Woods was a cuddler.

He’d tugged me into his arms, my head winding up pillowed against the divot between his chest and shoulder. After he’d stroked my hair for less than a minute, I’d been out like a light.

And waking up now? I’d turned onto my side while I was sleeping, and he was spooning me from behind. He’d managed to stretch one arm under my pillow while the other arm was wrapped around me, his hand cupping my breast like he was protecting it from the world. He’d wedged a leg between mine, the heavy press of his morning erection nudging my ass.

I wondered if I could angle my hips a little so he’d slide back into me. My thighs and everything between them ached like I’d run a marathon, but I wanted more. I loved the feel of him inside me, owning my body.

The hand around my breast flexed, his fingers lazily rolling my pebbled nipple. “Morning.” His voice was rough and sleepy.

The sense of rightness was like an anchor for my soul. I snuggled my back against his chest, a smile already tugging at my mouth. “Morning.”

He let out a gruff sort of sigh and pressed an absentminded kiss to my shoulder. “How’re you feeling?”

“Good,” I replied.

“How good?” His voice had a teasing thread that I’d missed for a long time.

I pushed my hips into his cock. “Could be better.”

“Right fucking answer, baby girl,” he practically growled, the hand on my breast giving a harder, more possessive squeeze. He plucked at my nipple and then slid the hand down my stomach until his fingers brushed my slit. I almost protested when they bypassed where I wanted them and kept going until he grabbed my leg. He picked it up and dragged it back over his thigh, spreading me open. Only then did his fingers find my center.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and sucked at the skin where my neck sloped to my shoulder. “Already so wet for me.”

I lost the ability to formulate a response as he slid two fingers into me with ease. In the quiet of the morning, all I heard were our breaths—his soft and steady, mine raw and ragged—and the sound of his fingers sinking into my soaking pussy.

“More,” I whispered, not above begging as I tried to roll onto my back.

Court didn’t budge, the length of his frame pressing against me and keeping me on my side as his fingers stroked in and out of me with unhurried thrusts. Occasionally he’d brush them over my clit, but never enough to get me off.

“Court,” I whined, desperate for more.

He made a soft humming sound, still pressing idle kisses across my jaw.

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