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A shy, sweet giggle escapes her that tangles around my heart. “I think that’s my favorite position so far.”

Mine, too. Seeing her over me like that, taking her pleasure, is definitely my favorite as well.

“We need to go. Van is waiting for us.”

She peers up at me and nods. “Can I get some tissues?”

I kiss her deeply, savoring the moment for as long as I can before I’m forced to face reality and all the reasons this was horribly wrong. But I cuddle her now and let my hands drift over her while I swallow every moan.

Certain I can take no more time, I push off her and stand. My gaze travels over her, over every inch of that perfect silhouette. Bra hanging around her waist, cum shining between her sprawled thighs. I love that she hasn’t covered up or tried to hide the mess I’ve made of her. Seeing her hole used and leaking has my cock rising for round two.

Everly notices and giggles. The sound makes her tits jiggle and I want them in my hands, my mouth. I want to suck on the nipples until I bruise her and she’s so sensitive she begs me to stop. I had no idea I was such a breast guy until a few summers back, back before her parents, before Bron. She’d volunteered at that summer’s dunk tank wearing a pretty modest two piece and sitting on that board, grinning at the crowd trying to hit the latch to dunk her.

Some little dick kid hit the bull’s eye and she went in with a splash. Beads of water were still glistening in the air when she emerged, sweeping auburn strands off her face, but all I saw was the perfect mold of her breasts in that top. The outline of her nipples. The drop had dragged the collar dangerously low before she pulled and adjusted the straps into place.

But since then, her chest has been my addiction.

“I thought we had to go,” she teases with a raised eyebrow.

Fuck it.

“Grab the headboard, sweetheart.”

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

EVERLY

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I should probably feel bad.

A normal person would feel guilt, maybe even disgust, but I feel neither as I wait for Lachlan to leave the room. To leave me alone on Bron’s bed, naked, sated and dripping with his load.

So much of it.

Three rounds worth.

It’s spilling down my thighs as I push up and straddle my ex-boyfriend’s pillow and bear down. As I coat the white case with everything that comes out. By the time he’s released from custody, it’ll be dry, but it’ll be there just like the sweat and stains we left all across his sheets.

Definitely not the most sanitary thing in the world, maybe even a disgusting and unnecessary act of pettiness, but that’s not my concern as I make sure I get as much soaked into the downy feathers as possible before Lachlan returns with the towel.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

VAN

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I’m not surprised when they return an hour later, rumbling up my drive. I don’t have to ask what they’d been doing; the scent of sex is heavy in the air. Thick in the silence.

On Everly.

It has me eyeing the naked flesh of her thighs where the cut-offs don’t reach and wonder if she’s wearing panties or if Lachlan kept them.

“Sorry,” she whispers when I settle into the seat next to her.