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But the way they're looking at me right now…

What if it was more? What if it could be a reality?

The room suddenly feels too hot, my skin too tight. The sexual energy in the place is thick enough to be cut with a knife.

Apparently, I'm not the only one to feel it.

Cayden places his napkin on the table and pushes his plate away. He stands.

"Haley. That thing we were talking about earlier…"

I rise to my feet so fast I see spots.

Yes. Hell, yes.

I want him. I've wanted him since I was thirteen, and I can't believe I finally get to have him. He told me this afternoon that he had all kinds of things he wanted to do to me, and I can imagine a list about a hundred miles long.

I want him hard, I want him fast. I want his mouth on me, and I want the hot, silky length of his cock pushing into my throat.

I want him soft and sweet and slow.

He holds out his hand, and I take it immediately.

And I never would have imagined I would do this, but I hesitate. All those other gazes are on me. Adam looks as turned on as he was this morning, but he makes no move to challengeCayden's claim. Jax looks openly ravenous while also kind of customarily pissed about it.

And Deandre and Sergio just look like they're biding their time.

Cayden tugs on my hand. With effort, I pull my gaze away from the other guys.

But as I let Cayden lead me to his bedroom, I can't get their aroused stares out of my head.

I can't help but wonder if my wild fantasy is really as wild as it seemed…

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In the span of a breath, any thoughts of fantasies are driven from my mind.

Because reality is so, so,somuch better.

The door to Cayden's room closes behind us, and he slams me up against it. His mouth meets mine with all the fire of our kiss back in the car, only its embers have been burning for hours now. It flares, hot and bright, blinding me, engulfing me in flames of need.

Desperate to quench myself, I cling to Cayden's neck. He gets his hands on my ass and hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around his hips. I groan as his sizable erection grinds into my pussy. Even through our clothes, he's hard and hot and pressing just precisely where I need him.

"God," he breathes, sounding just as wrecked as I am. "You don't know how long I've wanted this."

I laugh, light and free. "It can't be as long as me."

"Want to try me?" His smile is sunshine against my lips. He breaks the kiss, but it's only to slide his open mouth to my jaw and then my throat.

I throw my head back as he licks and sucks at tender skin. "Middle school," I manage to pant.

"Jesus." He thunks his head against the door behind us.

"You were my first crush."

"And you were mine."

Brightness floods my heart. "I always hoped. Never thought—couldn't believe."