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Chapter 23

Isaac

“Stay up!” I snarl asI try for the tenth time to get these fucking fairy lights to stay up. I feel like an idiot right now, but I know this is something Abby would love. And because of that, I’m getting over myself and doing whatever I can to make her happy.

I’m used to being with the guys. And as much as they enjoy going out and doing things together, they’re not into big romantic gestures... I think...Fuck, are they?God, I’m a shitty boyfriend and mate. I should ask them if this would be something they would want too.

But this isn’t about them right now, it’s about Abby. And this is one of her favorite places to come to. I may have stalked her a few times when she would end up here for hours.

She hasn’t been here much lately with trying to tend to all her mates. I overheard her talking to Leo about it the other day. After struggling for days on what to do for her, how to top Luke and Noah’s dates, I realized it wasn’t about that. It was about doing something that would make her happy, no matter how big or small, and that it meant something to me also.

So, here I am in the dark, in the middle of this creepy-ass cemetery setting up fairy lights.

“Take that!” I huff out my victory as I finally get them to stay in place. Switching on the lights, I’m surprised how pretty they make the gazebo look. Looking at my phone, I curse when I see the time. I told Abby to meet me at seven, and it’s six fifty-five.

Grabbing the blanket I brought with me, I lay it out in the middle, then grab the pillows and set them around it. After placing the picnic basket on the blanket, I grab the candles. Lighting them, I set them up around the gazebo on its ledge.

“This is romantic enough, right?” I mutter to myself. “She’s going to hate it.” I groan, running a hand through my hair, pulling at the roots as I second guess myself.

“No, she’s not.” A soft voice has me spinning around. Abby stands on the gazebo steps, eyes wide as she takes everything in.

My heart sinks into my stomach as I wait for her to say something else. Her eyes glisten in the lights, and I pray it’s happy tears.

“Isaac,” her voice cracks, eyes meeting mine. “I love it.”

Relief floods through me. My hands twitch at my side with the need to touch her. I’m about to go over to her, when she starts to walk over to me. She’s in front of me within a few strides. “Thank you,” is all she says when she leans up and grabs the back of my head, crashing her lips to mine.

Something inside me snaps. Snarling, I grab her by her thighs and hoist her up into my arms. I slam her back against the pillar, grinding my thickening cock against her pussy.

For a brief moment, I think I went too far, but Abby moans into my mouth as she rocks against me, grabbing handfuls of my hair and pulling hard.

Fucking hell, this girl drives me insane.

All ideas of this date go out the window, and the only thing I have on my mind is getting her naked and my cock inside her.

I feel like I’m underwater, my lungs about to burst as they scream for air; and Abby, she’s the fucking air. She’s the only thing right now that can save me.

Cradling the back of her head, we kiss harder, our lips moving faster in a bruising kiss. Her little gasps for air between kisses don’t stop her from taking more from me.

“More,” she murmurs against my lips as she sucks in air, her lips finding mine again.

A low feral sound rumbles in my chest as I put my weight against her, holding her up, so I can free my hands. Finding the hem of her dress, I pull it up her body. She raises her arms, breaking the kiss long enough for me to pull it off before her lips are back on mine.

“Fucking hell, Abby,” I let out a panting snarl. “I need you. Please.”

She nods frantically, licking her lips with her eyes wide and wild.

Sexy isn’t what I’d call her right now. No, she’s fucking stunning. Her hair is a mess, her lipstick smudged... she’s fucking perfect.

“Let me help,” she says, ripping off her own panties and tossing them to the side.

“That was fucking hot,” I growl, needing to taste her lips again. I tongue fuck her mouth as I struggle a little to get my fucking pants off.

Finally, I’m able to get them undone and let them fall to my ankles. I couldn’t care less that my ass is on display for any poor soul who could be around right now. No one could tear me away from my girl in this moment.

Gripping Abby’s hips, I adjust her so that the tip of my cock pushes against her entrance. I break the kiss, both of us panting heavily, bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat. “Know this, Abby. The moment I’m inside you, you’re mine. I won’t hold back anymore, I won’t throw any more pity parties. You aremymate. I will spend every fucking day letting you and the whole damn world know that I’m yours. You, just like Luke and Noah, own me, Abby. My mind, body, and every inch of my broken, tainted soul. It’s not much, but it’s yours. I’m giving you one last chance to walk away.”

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