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“As sure as I’m sure I’m gonna come in about four seconds.”

“For real, Cole. Like, now?”

“Maybe next week. Enough time to get some flowers and an off-the-rack beach dress or something. Doesn’t have to be fancy or elaborate. Just you, me, and the Alpha One Security family.”

He moved faster, and faster, and faster, and I clung to him through it, breathing my love in his ear, and then I bit his shoulder as I came, and my orgasm triggered his, my pussy clamping down around him and throwing him over the edge, and he came bare inside me for the first time.

A week later, on Roth and Kyrie’s beach, we were married. I wore an off-the-shoulder, off-the-rack dress, and Puck wore a tux barefoot. The rest of the gang were all there, and it was simple and fun and cute and romantic, and I didn’t wear any underwear, and I was relatively certain Puck impregnated me during the reception, since we’d agreed I’d stop taking birth control and see what happened.

Crazy, right?

Nah. Crazy isn’t so crazy when it just makes sense.

THE END