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“Whoa, whoa,” Ryder laughs, cutting me off with a half-hearted glare, his cheeks flushing deep pink. “First of all, I did notwhimper.”

I grin, shifting my hips slightly, extracting a groan from him because he hasn’t pulled out of me yet.

“Oh, baby,” I murmur, smirking as I nuzzle into his jaw, pressing a teasing kiss there.

“You so did, and I loved it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ryder groans again, before finally pulling out of me, rolling off the condom, and heading to the bathroom. He comes back with a wet washcloth for me, cleaning me up and throwing it into the laundry basket in the corner, then pulls me back into him like he hates the space between us.

I chuckle, dragging my fingers through his hair, tugging just slightly.

“How did the plug feel?” I ask, noticing he must’ve taken it out in the bathroom.

Ryder lets out a slow breath, like he’s considering the question. “Yeah. It was kinda hot.”

“Just kinda?” I arch a brow at him, dragging my nails lightly down his spine, and he relaxes right into me.

“Okay, really hot,” he admits, grinning and pressing his forehead against mine. “But after tonight? I think I’m gonna want to fuck you a lot.”

I laugh, shifting to pin him beneath me again, my cock already trying to rally at the thought.

“You won’t hear any complaints from me,” I murmur, pulling him into a deep kiss.

34

RYDER

“What is goingwhere?”

I nearly choke on my coffee because that doesn’t sound right. Logan just told me we’re going on a date today, but it involves getting our dicks swabbed.

“Yeah,” he says, completely straight-faced. “They shove a Q-tip in your dick.”

I continue to stare at him because there’s no way. He’s got to be fucking with me.

“I’ve been tested before, and they’ve never done that.”

He finally caves and bursts out laughing. “Alright, alright. Yes, I’m fucking with you. They’ll just take a urine sample. Maybe get a little blood drawn, a throat swab if you’re lucky. We’ll see what they recommend.”

I shake my head at him because even though we’re boyfriends now, he hasn’t stopped giving me shit, and I love him more for it.

“Date of my dreams. How did I get so lucky?” I deadpan.

“What’s more romantic than confirming we’re clean so we can fuck raw?” he says, right before taking a bite of his bagel.

With our bodily fluids successfully collected, Ihalf expect our ‘date’ to be over, but of course, Logan has other plans. The second we walk out the door, he grabs my hand and pulls me down the street like a man on a mission.

I realize this is the first time we’ve ever held hands in public, and I can already hear everyone who knows us saying something along the lines of, ‘about time!’ just like our parents did.Was it really that obvious to everyone else?

Regardless, I can’t wait for everyone to see us together. I don’t care what their reactions are, I just want them to know Logan is officiallymine.

“Where are we going?” I ask, giving his hand a squeeze.

Logan glances at me with eyes full of mischief. “I did promise you a cheesy date, didn’t I?”

“Oh god,” I laugh. “I can only imagine.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not an overpriced restaurant where the portions are tiny. We can do that another day. Today, I figured we’d go to our spot, but it’ll still becheesy.” He emphasizes the word, and I’m not sure what he means, but I let him lead the way.