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Her back arches from the bed as a hissed breath escapesher. I slide into her slow and deep until she’s scratching and clawing against my back.

“Knox,” she whimpers, her fingers digging in for more.

“I love the way you look on your back, completely exposed for me.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “More, give me more.” A guttural moan reverberates in my throat because I love my needy girl.

“Knees up, love.” Taylor’s pussy clenches my length as she lifts her legs and squeezes them against my torso. Her fingers run through my hair as she cries out my name and I rock back and forth, knowing damn well I’m hitting that spot hidden so deep inside her.

“Yes!” she wails. “Oh god?—”

I drop my mouth to her, covering her cry with a searing kiss as the heat licks up my spine and we’re both moaning as the release hits us.

I hold myself over her, as our breathing ebbs and flows, her hair sticks to a light sheen of sweat in the crook of her neck, and I press the strands away before kissing that pulsing spot. I’m hit with my favorite scent. The one that’s brought me so much comfort over the years. The one she calls desert rain and cactus flower. The one that can only be described as her.

TAYLOR

Knox comes back into the bedroom with a warm washcloth and glides it between my legs.

“I know getting up is probably the last thing you want to do right now, but we do need to get dressed,” I groan, rolling over, clutching the pillows closer to my naked body. “Here, these should make it easier.” Knox lifts my sweatpants from the corner of the bed and begins sliding them up my legs.

“Is there a reason for this?”

“Yes,” he murmurs while kissing the top of my head.

“What could poss—” My words stop, and my head whips to the front of the house, where a honking sounds. I look to Knox, who says nothing but nods his head toward the door.

I throw on one of his hoodies while hesitantly walking to the front door.

My lungs collapse and my eyes bulge out of my head. I pray my legs hold firm as I run down the porch steps and Camila leaps into my arms. Her unruly dark hair sticks to the tears that have immediately fallen from my face and her legs wrap around my waist as I squeeze her and we make sounds that are undoubtedly concerning the men watching us.

But we don’t care.

Our souls are together again.

I might bethe only person in the world who has loved moving day.

Camila and I sit out on the porch swing, huddled under a blanket, watching the sun dip behind the mountains.

“So what do you think?” I ask.

“About the view?”

“All of it.” After we pulled ourselves together and gave quick introductions, we gave Camila and Miles a tour of Emerald Browning Cottage before dinner.

“I think.” She sits up, looking at me. “It’s almost as perfect as you.” Her voice cracks and her lips wobble and I feel the sting start behind my eyes. “I love that you found someone to capture your wild heart, Tay. Of all the places I’ve been in my life, being on the receiving end of your love has always been my favorite.”

The tears fall, freely, and I pull my deep-feeler girl back into me, holding her in one of my bone-crushing hugs.

“Whether here or there. Then or Now. You know the deal,” I choke out.

“Whisky and Risky forever, baby,” she cries alongside me.

My throat might burn but my heart is so full.

Bonus Epilogue

THREE YEARS LATER