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He couldn’t seem to get close enough. His strength left his body, and his forehead dropped to her shoulder.

His cock was still in her cunt and his fingers in her ass, but it was next to impossible for him to get the strength to move. He did have the presence of mind to keep his weight off her.

He hummed when he felt her hands stroking his back. It was exactly what he needed to settle.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips and pulled his fingers and cock out of her. He rolled to his feet and walked into the bathroom. He pulled the condom off and wrapped it in a tissue before washing his hands.

When he returned to the bedroom, she was on her side, facing away from him. He didn’t know what the hell that was about, but he’d find out. He got comfortable and then pulled her around and against his chest. He tilted her head when she tried tucking it against his body.

“What’s up?”

She murmured something he didn’t hear.

“Tell me. Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No. It’s just that you did things to me I’ve never done before, and I…”

He nudged her when she stopped. “And you what?”

“Liked it.”

He smiled. “You’re supposed to like it. I made you feel good.” It wasn’t really a question because he already knew he did.

“Yes.”

“That’s all that matters, Babe. What we do in this room is between us. If we’re not hurting each other or anyone else, we can do whatever we want.”

She looked up and studied him before she nodded.

“Good,” he said. He pressed his lips against hers. “Because I’m going to be in you one way or another as much as I can.”

He chuckled when she blushed. The only people he’d seen blush were the old ladies, and he always found it charming.

“Get some sleep.”

She nodded and laid her arm over his chest before closing her eyes. He heard her breathing deepen and slow, telling him she was asleep.

He was tired, too, but he wanted to go over how fucking her made him feel. He wasn’t happy about it, but he didn’t know how to stop himself from his emotions. Maybe he’d get the courage to ask the other guys. He had to do something because he couldn’t see the emotions going away, and he certainly wasn’t going to stop fucking her.

He never expected this, and it didn’t sit right with him. He was too tired to speculate. There was always time the next day.

Chapter Twenty-One

The next morning, Jana awoke pressed against his hot body. She listened for a moment and heard his deep breathing before she started to maneuver herself out from under his arm and bed.

Jana tiptoed into the closet, grabbed some clothing, and entered the bathroom. She took a quick shower before dressing. She peeked out to see Gunner had rolled onto his side, facing the other way. She didn’t take a full breath until she’d slowly closed the bedroom door behind her.

Jana walked into the kitchen to find some women already there. “What can I help with?”

The women stared at her and grinned.

“What?” she asked.

Meg snorted. “You must not have seen the hickeys Gunner put on your neck.”

Jana’s hand rose to her neck. She hadn’t looked at herself in the mirror before coming down, so she hadn’t seen anything.

“That rat,” she hissed, walked into the bathroom, and lifted her face to inspect her neck. Sure enough, several hickeys on her neck stood out starkly against her pale skin.

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