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I simply have never experienced anything like it before—him bare inside of me—and by the sounds escaping from his lips… neither has he.

I ride him, taking my time and enjoying every second. The meaning of this is so much more than just sex. We are finally admitting our feelings to one another, committing ourselves to each other without words.

I never want this to end.

I crave him—his body, his soul.

His filthy mouth keeps my pussy so fucking wet, dripping nonstop only for him.

Only him .

“Baby, you have no idea how good this feels. I’m fucking addicted to you. Feeling your sweet wet pussy riding my dick. I can’t get enough of it. Gonna need to get in you every day.”

His words spur me on, and I ride him harder, faster until we are both panting. I’m about to come when he suddenly pulls out and flips me onto my back, climbing over me.

He dips his head, his lips going around my pebbled nipple. He sucks hard, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, arching into his mouth as his tongue swirls around my nipple, then flicks it relentlessly until I’m trembling beneath him. His body covers mine like a shield, his cock rubbing against my soaked slit, teasing and torturing me with every drag of his hips.

“Jaydon, please,” I beg, my voice wrecked and breathless, so eager for him.

He lifts his head, his lips glistening, and his eyes burning with need. “Tell me what you want, Peachy.”

“You, I need you inside me. Now,” I pant.

That’s the only encouragement he needs.

He thrusts into me in one powerful stroke, and we both gasp—the connection so raw. The slick slide of his cock filling me perfectly.

I wrap my legs around his waist, locking us together as he grinds into me. I can't get him close enough. Every inch of him fills me completely, stretching me wide, in the most satisfying way.

His hand slides up my body, lacing our fingers together as he pins my arm above my head, holding me down.

I feel him twitch inside me, right before he starts to move, pounding into me .

Hard.

Deep.

Each thrust steals the air from my lungs.

His lips find mine again, kissing me like he’s starving for it. For me. Like I’m the only thing in this world that can satisfy him, and he can't get enough.

“This pussy’s mine now,” he growls against my lips, so wrecked and wild. “You know that, right?”

I nod frantically, unable to form words, my body tightening beneath him—on the brink of shattering.

“Say it,” he demands, thrusting deeper.

“It’s yours, Jaydon.” I moan, “All yours,” and then I come undone around him.

Loud and shameless as waves of pleasure wreck me.

My nails dig into his back, pulling him down.

He’s right behind me, chasing his release as his hips slam into mine. He growls my name, spilling inside me, raw and so fucking perfect.

He presses his forehead to mine, whispering onto my lips, “We’re so fucked.”

And God help me, because yes, we are.

“What are we gonna tell Haleigh?” I ask, the question slipping from my lips before I have time to second guess it.

His brow lifts, amused and a lazy smile plays on his lips, “Were gonna tell her the fucking truth—That you’ve been in love with me for years and you couldn’t resist me any longer.”

I swat his chest, making him laugh, in that deep, sexy laugh he always does. “Stop it!” I mutter as my cheeks heat.

Not due to the thought of telling Haleigh, but because he said the L-word.

Love.

Have I really fallen in love with this man?

Love.

I have no idea what that’s actually supposed to look like.

I never had parents who modeled that for me growing up, like Jaydon did.

Maybe that’s why I spent so much time hanging out with Haleigh when we were younger.

Their house always had that loving feel to it—like home—the kind where, as soon as you walk in, you feel welcome and comfortable being yourself.

Okay… I might have also loved catching glimpses of Jaydon working out daily, but it was more than that. I felt like I belonged, like I was part of their family.

Am I in love?

Is it too early for this feeling ?

But as I lie here tangled up in his sheets, staring into his caring eyes, I already know the answer to my question—I’ve been in love with Jaydon for far longer than I'd like to admit.

I was in love with him even when I thought I hated him… and my gut tells me that he just might be in love with me, too.

I’m overwhelmed thinking about what this all means.

Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself .

Realization hits hard, panic bubbling up inside my chest. Suddenly, I push up from the bed, ready to excuse myself and head back to my room.

Before I can slip out of his bed, his arms reach out, gently catching my wrists. “Where do you think you’re going?

“I’ll be back,” I lie, just trying to keep my breathing steady. “I just need to run and grab something out of my room.”

He doesn’t let go.

He tugs me back down against his naked chest, wrapping me up and holding me tight, “Oh no, you don’t. You're not leaving my bed. Tell me what you need… I'll go grab it.”

Shit. I don’t actually need anything except… Air, lots of air.

“Um… pajamas.” I offer weakly, cringing at myself for lying .

He just stares at me with his brows pinched together. “Tell me the truth,” he knows me too well, “because you already have pajamas lying somewhere on my floor, and I can give you something to sleep in as well. So, what’s really wrong?”

I bury my face against his side, trying to hide. I’m not good at this, revealing my true feelings, being vulnerable. I’ve been burned too many times to count.

I swallow down the nerves that claw at my throat. I know I can tell him anything, he's seen me at my worst, he’s had his head between my fucking legs. So, this should be the easy part.

But it's not.

It's harder.

I peek up at him through my lashes and shrug.

“Ellie, look at me,” he demands, his voice low and serious. “Look at me.”

Then he guides me to sit up as he does the same. I pull the sheets to my chest, feeling vulnerable, hoping they hide me from this moment, even though he's already seen everything under them.

His fingers gently thread my messy hair, careful to avoid my healing injury. “Do you regret anything?” His intense stare makes my heart stutter. There’s a flicker of hesitation there, like he’s bracing for something he doesn’t want to hear .

I immediately shake my head, “No, of course not. But if I’m being honest, this is a lot to take in. This feels serious, Jaydon.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he’s nodding along in agreement, like he feels it, too.

“Peachy, this is fucking serious. I’m not fucking around anymore. The games are over. No more pretending like this thing between us isn’t real.” his eyes lock with mine before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. It's brief, but it grounds me once more. “I’m taking what I want now… and that’s you.”

His lips turn up in a sexy, knowing smile—He’s fully aware of his effect on me—and I feel mine do the same. And somehow, with just that little bit of truth, he’s calmed the nerves that were poisoning my mind. He shifts, lying back down, and pulls me with him, wrapping me up in his warmth.

His cuddles are the best.

His soft lips meet my forehead for a lingering kiss before he speaks, “Night, Peachy.”

“Night, Jay,” I whisper, lifting my chin to him. I’m met with his relaxed grin. I stretch up just enough to steal just one more kiss, and his arms pull me against him, tighter in response.

His fingers rub gentle circles into my back, calming me, until I finally drift off into the most peaceful sleep, knowing he’s here with me.