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“You want me tostay?”

“Yeah. Cal, I just got you back. I can’t imagine losing you again. Not for a second. Not for three months. Stay with me.”

“But I have a job—”

“You work remotely, right? You can do it down here. If you need to go into the office, we’ll make the trip into the city for a night or two. Cal, I love you. I want everything with you. Stay. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“This is crazy.”

“Well, I’m crazy about you.”

“Shit. I don’t—I mean, we just…” This is crazy. “I—okay. Shit, yeah. I’ll stay.”

I squeeze her against me and swallow her squeak, taking her mouth hard. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For you. Making me whole again.”

She pushes me so my back is pressed against the rug and hurles on top of me. “Oh, shut up. Since when did my sexy, rough-around-the-edges boyfriend become such a sap?”

“Fuck, Cal.” I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her to me. “Like the sound of that.” I kiss her hard.

“Yeah, sounds kind of strange. I should probably not say it—ouch!” She yelps when I slap her ass.

“Not a chance. Say it again.”

“No—shit! Okay, boyfriend.”

“Again.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to bunk up with myboyfriendin the middle of the woods.”

She giggles as I land kiss after kiss all over her face. “I can’t imagine what my friends will say when they hear about this. I’m never going to live this down. Tory especially. That gloater.”

“This is all that matters.” I slide my sweats down, open her thighs, and press my cock through her slick heat. “This is the only thing that’s ever mattered.”

Chapter thirteen

Easton

“Youpieceofshit!”I barrel at him, taking him to the ground. My fist rears back, and I punch him in the nose.

“Fuck you. You don’t deserve her.” I take a punch to my temple but land another to Russ’s chin.

“And what? You do?” His knee meets my groin, and I jerk and groan. He throws me off him and shoots up.

“You treated her like a possession. Like some prize you won. She’s more than that.”

“She is a fucking possession. She belongs to me!” I hurl myself at him, slamming my shoulder into his gut.

“And now she’s not.” He grunts when I punch him in the stomach.

He gets a few shots into my kidney. I push off him. My chest is heaving. Blood drips from my lip.

“Why?” I cry out. My anger turns into anguish at the loss of her. “She was mine. I would have never—”

“Not anymore. You were going to fuck it up sooner or later.”

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