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“I’m sorry for lusting after your boyfriend.” She grins back.

“I forgive you.” I wink and reach out to give her a hug.

Wes

Sawyer heads for the shower after Hollie leaves, but instead of giving her time to clean up before heading to Colt’s I follow her.

I can’t be away from her right now, not after she just asked me for help, which in many ways is more meaningful than hearing her say she loves me. Sawyer isn’t incapable of love, but until a few minutes ago I thought she was incapable of asking for help. Showing me she’s vulnerable, trusting me to get her through difficult times, that’s a level of intimacy I wasn’t sure we’d ever get to, much less so soon.

Stepping behind her I take the shampoo from her hands and pour it into mine, massaging the bubbles into her scalp. She leans her head back and sighs, shooting a bolt of lust straight to my cock.

“What’s this for?”

“You know.”

“I’m scared.” Another admission. My heart swells knowing I can finally stop questioning whether she’s really mine.

“I know. But you trust me to take care of you.” I work the suds gently through her hair, kneading the tension away. Gradually, her stiffness starts to subside, and when she relaxes against me with a needy moan, I know her stress has given way to desire.

I let my soapy hands drift over her curves, letting the weight of her breasts settle in my hands as I toy with her nipples. She snakes an arm up behind my head to play with my damp hair, pressing her tits against my palm. I plump and pull and squeeze, loving the way their shape molds to my touch.

“Wes,” she gasps.

I spin her to face me, tipping her chin up so the water rinses the suds from her hair. Most of the bubbles slide down her back, but a steady stream flows down her shoulders and over her chest, like a waterfall, cascading to the depths below.

Using my fingertip, I trace the path of the water over a pert nipple, along her smooth stomach, to the juncture between her thighs. I press between her folds and stroke her center, which is slippery with the desire the water hasn’t rinsed away.

I reach for the soap, squeezing a generous drop into my palm, marveling at how the silky liquid lets my hands roam effortlessly over her body. I lovingly massage her breasts, her ass, her thighs, peppering her damp skin with kisses as I work my way to her feet and back up again. It’s sexy and sensual--my cock is ready to burst—but so is my heart. This woman owns me, body and soul, and I’ve never been happier to surrender.

Rising to my feet Sawyer links her hands behind my neck, clinging to me for support as my finger slips between her legs. She rocks her hips forward to meet my touch, her stomach brushing the tip of my swollen cock, sending sparks of arousal straight to my balls.

Unable to hold back any more I cup her ass in my hands and lift her to me. She’s tall but slender, weighing next to nothing in my arms, making it easy to fit her opening over my throbbing cock.

As we come together, we both utter a strangled moan, the water and soap enhancing the friction between our bodies.

I spin us so her back is to the wall, pressing her against the tile so she’s pinned in place to receive my thrusts. Bracing myself with one hand against the wall and the other under her ass, I piston my hips, plunging as deep as her body will allow.

Sawyer gasps and moans in my arms, which makes my cock stiffen inside her. But I want her to come undone, and in our brief time as lovers I’ve learned how to get her there.

“Rub your clit for me. Take us both over the edge.”

She loosens her grip on my neck and does as I ask, using her fingers to toy with the sensitive bundle of nerves I can’t reach. It doesn’t take long before her cries echo through the shower, and I crush my lips to hers, swallowing every one she has to give me.

As her pussy starts to contract around my cock, I thrust deep and hold still, locking our bodies together while the waves of gratification ripple through us.

Breathless, sated, I pull back to give her air, resting my forehead against hers. “I love you, Sawyer Trudeau, but I’d really like you to have my name instead of your dad’s.”

“Are you…?” She inhales sharply.

“Not yet. But I will. Soon.” I give her a lingering kiss, letting her know I mean every word, before turning off the water. “Now let’s go talk to your dad. The sooner you two mend things the sooner I can ask his permission.”

My girl is too stunned to speak, or move, so I carry her out and get her dressed, after making love to her again.

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Colt takes one look at our joined hands and visibly relaxes. “That’s one problem solved. I assume you’re here so I can fix the other?” His eyes dart between us, waiting for one of us to speak. I give Sawyer’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Yes,” she says.

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