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I can’t tell if I’m dreaming or if this is real.

Alana’s hand cups my jaw as she hovers over me, a soft smile on her face. I take her hand in mine, sitting up as I lift it to my lips and press a kiss to each knuckle.

“Are you really here?” I ask her.

She nods. “I am.”

“Why, how?” I ask, confused.

She blows out a breath. “I’m tired of fighting this, Flynn,” she whispers. “It’s worth the risk, you are worth the risk.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I now stand, never letting go of her hand as my other one curls around the back of her neck and I pull her to me. I mean for it to be soft, gentle, but our lips come together in a hard kiss, all the frustration from these past few days getting unleashed as we both finally give in.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my mouth never leaving hers. “Because you?—”

Alana pulls back, her fingers pressing against my lips. “Yes. I’m sure.”

“Fuck,” I growl, pulling her closer as I kiss her again, hard and hungry, our lips and teeth and tongues colliding.

My whole body feels electrified, wound so tight that it’s like I could snap at any moment. As much as I want her, though, I also don’t want to rush this moment. Don’t want a quick hard fuck when this now feels like so much more than that. I want to savor her, devour her, spend the entire night worshiping her.

“Come to bed,” I murmur against her mouth.

I feel her smile against me as she rests her hands on my chest, gently pushing me back toward the bedroom, the two of us laughing around our kisses. When we reach my room, I try to slow everything down, my hands gliding down her sides to the bottom of her T-shirt.

I don’t pull it off right away, just slip my fingers underneath, brushing them against her warm skin, my hands splayed around her sides, holding her.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, gently nipping at her bottom lip.

She tilts her head back slightly, brushing her nose against mine. “So are you.”

I don’t think I have ever been called beautiful before, but from her, I fucking love it. Grinning, I slide my hands up her body, over her warm skin, pulling her T-shirt up and over her head before throwing it on the floor. She repeats the move with mine, and the second it’s off, my hands are back on her, undoing her bra and pulling it off.

“I’ve missed you,” I murmur, dropping my mouth to her neck as I drop a line of wet kisses across her collarbone and down to her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth.

“Fuck, Flynn,” she groans, her arms curling around my head as she arches her body into mine, pressing herself against me. “I need you to fuck me.”

With a smile, I suck hard on her nipple, gently biting it before letting go with a pop. Lifting my gaze to hers, I grin as my hands now slide down to her shorts. “Oh, I will, beautiful. I promise,” I say, pushing her shorts and undies down her legs in one move.

I follow them down, dropping to my knees in front of her because as desperate as I am to fuck her again, I need to taste her first. Need to bury myself between her legs and make up for the past week. And that’s exactly what I do, curling my hands around her thighs, grabbing her arse and pulling her pussy toward my face.

I slowly drag my tongue through her wet heat, groaning the second her taste hits my mouth. “Jesus, fuck, you taste like heaven.”

“Flynn,” she moans. When I look up, I can see her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed as she stands before me, my mouth between her legs, eating her out.

I go as slow as I can, wanting this moment to last forever as I tease her with licks and sucks and fingers and then nothing. I pull back just to watch her. Alana moans above me, her grip on my hair tightening as she pulls me back between her legs, holding me close and grinding against my face as she chases her orgasm.

Eventually, I can’t stop myself and she can’t hold back any longer, coming hard around my fingers, my mouth on her clit as I ride it out with her.

“Oh god,” she says, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

With a grin, I stand, pushing my shorts off before pulling her toward me, my hands on her hips. “I fucking love eating you out,” I murmur, kissing her again, letting her taste herself on my mouth.

“Fuck me, you are so good at it.”

“Ridiculously good, wasn’t it?” I tease, smiling against her mouth. Alana’s eyes open as she smirks up at me, her hands gripping my hips, our bodies pressed together, not an inch of space between us. “I wanna fuck you all night, Alana,” I whisper, my gaze locked with hers. “Will you stay?”

“Yes,” she immediately says, staring back at me.

“You want me to use a condom?” I ask, knowing we talked about this before, but never actually did anything after we had to put an end to things. “I will.”

Alana shakes her head, still smiling as she says, “No. I want to feel you inside me, Flynn. I want you to mark me, come inside me.”

“Fuck,” I growl, spinning us so she’s now backed up to the bed. With my arms around her, I ease us down, so she’s lying beneath me, my body completely covering hers. My dick is so fucking hard right now, aching with need to be inside her again.

“Flynn,” she moans, widening her legs, her hands on my arse as she tries to move me where she wants me.

“I’ve got you, beautiful,” I whisper, tucking her hair behind her ear, my fingers skimming her jaw. I lift my hips slightly, moving so my dick is now lined up with her pussy. “Look at me,” I say, even though she hasn’t looked away since she got here.

With our gazes locked, I slowly push inside her. Her pussy is so hot and wet and tight, I nearly fucking come immediately.

“Fuck...” I groan, dropping my forehead to hers. “Fucking hell, Alana, you feel so good.”

Alana bends her knees, lifting them as she wraps her legs around me, the change in angle allowing me to go even deeper. “So fucking good,” she breathes out.

I lift my hips, slowly pulling out before easing back inside her. Alana groans, the two of us watching each other as I repeat the movement over and over and over again. I don’t up the tempo, don’t fuck her any harder, just slow and deep, the two of us watching each other the whole time.

I don’t even know how to begin to describe what I’m feeling right now. Don’t even think I have words to explain what this is between us. All I know is that this is way more than just sex. Way more than just a casual hook up.

And that she is most definitely worth the risk.

The quietness of my room is filled with the sounds of our moans, our bodies meeting as I thrust into her over and over again. “You’re so fucking wet,” I whisper, as those sounds also fill the room.

Alana lets out a laugh, her beautiful blue eyes meeting mine as she says, “Yeah, and that’s all you.”

Grinning, I give her a quick, hard kiss as I murmur, “I love that.”

I love you.

The words pop into my head so unexpectedly that for a second, I worry I’ve said them out loud. But then Alana groans, her fingers clawing at my back and arse as she writhes beneath me, our skin hot and slick with sweat.

I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to last and as I move my hand between us, my fingers finding her clit, I feel her start to clench around me. Her orgasm hitting suddenly, ripping through her and pulling me right over the edge with her.

“Fuck, Alana,” I growl as I continue to pump my hips, my cock jerking inside her as I come so fucking hard.

I collapse on top of her, both of us breathing hard, our limbs and bodies entwined around each other as we both try to come down from the high of finally being together again.

Eventually, I roll us to the side, keeping her close as I blink my eyes open, brushing the hair back from her face. “Hey,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss against her mouth.

“Hi,” she says, giggling.

I smile, brushing my nose against hers. “You’re not still drunk, are you?” I tease.

“No!” she says, her fingers trailing up and down my spine. “Are you?”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “No, I sobered up waiting for my phone sex.”

Alana pinches my side. “Figured real sex would be better.”

“Fuck yes, it’s better,” I say, kissing the tip of her nose before my lips find hers again in a soft lazy kiss. “What made you change your mind?” I eventually ask.

She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she lies in my arms, her eyes searching my face. I brush my knuckles along her cheek, waiting for her to speak. Eventually, she says, “Mitch left me a letter.”

“What?” I ask, confused.

She licks her lips, pushing me onto my back as she lies against me, her head on my shoulder. I turn so we’re facing each other as she continues. “I don’t know when he wrote it, but after he died, I got a letter from him,” she explains. “Nate and Sage did too, but tonight was the first time I read mine.”

“What did it say?” I ask, still confused as to why this had her changing her mind about us and coming over here.

She smiles, pushing the hair back from my forehead. “He told me to put my happiness above everything else and to take risks.”

I smile. “Sounds like good advice.”

She leans in and kisses me, the kiss starting out slow but quickly turning into more as we wrap ourselves around each other. “You make me happy,” she murmurs against my mouth.

“You make me happy too,” I say.

“I want to take this risk, Flynn,” she says, our mouths kissing and biting. “I want to risk this with you.”

Her words are dangerous, but in this moment, I don’t care. Because I want to risk it too. I want to risk everything for her. “So do I, Alana. So do I,” I growl, my words low.

I’m already hard and so ready to go again as I roll her over, kissing her mouth, her neck, her breast and down to her stomach where I gently bite her hip. Shifting, I move my body lower, dropping kisses along her stomach and down between her legs, until I’m settled there, one plan in mind.

“Flynn...”

“What?” I ask, resting my chin on her thigh as I grin up at her.

“What are you doing?”

Chuckling, I gently bite the inside of her thigh before sucking it hard enough to leave a mark. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Alana blinks, a gorgeous flush coloring her cheeks as she watches me. She doesn’t say anything though, just slowly shakes her head.

Grinning, I give her a pass as I say, “I wanna eat you out again, Alana.”

“Even...even after...?” she waves her hand around as though she isn’t sure she should say it.

“Even after we’ve fucked?” I ask. “After I’ve come inside you?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out, her blush darkening.

I close my mouth over her, dragging my tongue through her wetness in answer. “Yes,” I growl, flicking my tongue against her clit. “I wanna taste you, and me, and us,” I murmur.

“Oh fuck,” she moans, her eyes wide as though she doesn’t want to miss a single second of this.

“Yeah, we’ll do that again too,” I tell her before licking her once more, pushing my tongue inside her so I can taste everything. I don’t take my eyes off her, the two of us watching each other as I lick and suck and taste.

I can’t get enough of this woman, can’t get enough of every single part of her and I was serious when I said I wanted to do this all fucking night.

“I love how we taste,” I murmur, closing my lips over her clit and sucking gently.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moans, her eyes falling closed before they suddenly fly open, her gaze meeting mine.

“You like watching me do this?” I ask, humming around her clit.

Alana’s whole body trembles and I slide an arm under her knee, hooking her leg over my shoulder as I slowly drag my tongue through her wetness again. She’s so fucking wet now, and I can’t get enough.

“Well?” I prompt when she doesn’t answer.

“Ye-yeah,” she stammers out as she props herself up on her elbows to get a better view.

Grinning against her pussy, I slide a finger slowly inside her. “Good, get used to it, beautiful, because you’re gonna be seeing it a lot,” I growl before I close my mouth over her and fucking devour her.