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My orgasm tears through me aggressively, and I stop moving as pleasure claws up my spine, hot jets of cum spilling into her so quickly that the hand against the door curls into a fist, and my breathing turns ragged. I look down and watch as my cock throbs inside of her, feeling the resistance of her tight opening as my cock continues to pump her full of my seed.
Okay, so that’s my second favorite sight.
When I look up at Zoe, I realize she’s looking down at where we’re joined also, and when her eyes slowly find mine, she physically sags against me.
I hug her close to me, letting my breathing return as I run my fingers along the sides of her body. When my cock slips out of her, I lower her to the ground, not letting go.
“Come on,” I say, running my hand through her hair. “Let me clean you up, and then we can cuddle in bed with snacks and some water.”
“Are you even real?” she asks, eyes hooded with exhaustion.
I chuckle. “Are you?”
She smiles dreamily. “You know what sounds really good? Some of your chicken.”
I laugh. “You’re in luck. Come on, let’s go take a shower, and then we’ll come downstairs and eat some chicken.”
Zoe’s eyes flick between mine as one of her hands comes to my cheek. “You’re perfect. I love you.”
I bend down and kiss the top of her forehead. “I love you, too.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
THE CONCERT
Zoe
Ten Months Later
The crowd goes wild when Blink-182 walks onto the stage. I scream and jump, throat raw, as Travis Barker begins to drum the melody for “I Miss You.”Tom DeLonge looks out into the large crowd before the first guitar chord cuts through the noise.
Liam’s arms wrap around my stomach as he tugs me against him, and then we both let the song wash over us completely. It’s strange to hear it live—to hear it from the actual band instead of a cover band. The songs hit harder, and I swallow the lump in my throat as the lyrics cause my chest to ache.
“Your dad would’ve loved this,” Liam says, chuckling behind me—though I can hear the way his voice catches slightly, giving his emotions away. “So many kids here who weren’t even born when we first heard this song.”
I bark a laugh as a stray tear falls down my cheek. “It’s not our fault that you’re old.”
Liam’s chest rumbles with laughter behind me, and I close my eyes as the band plays the rest of the song.
I think about my dad when he was younger, being at one of their concerts with Liam. I can’t help but smile that, despite my dad being gone, there’s a small chance that he’s looking down (or up, according to him) and smiling while he watches us.
What would he say if he knew Liam and I were engaged and getting married in December? Would he grumble and eventually accept it?
I have to think he would.
The band finishes their set, which is a good thing because Liam is limping as we walk to the grassy hill behind the venue.
“You okay?” I ask as I lace my fingers through his.
“I can’t stand for two hours anymore,” he mutters, smirking as I giggle.
“I can buy you some orthopedic shoes for your wedding gift,” I offer, cocking my head and letting go of his hand as I walk backward.
He leaps forward and I squeal as we tumble onto the soft grass near our blanket. The venue is located outside of Las Vegas, and it’s warm for October. The sun is low on the horizon, and it’ll be dark soon, but the sun on my skin is amazing.
“Very funny,” he mutters, giving my lips a quick peck before helping me sit up between his legs.
“Who’s on next?” I ask, thinking about the amazing lineup of my favorite bands.
