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He snorts. “No shit.” His happy laugh pushes a light one out of my chest as well. He turns his head toward me. His eyes full of shine. “You were perfect. It was amazing. The best sex of my life.”

“Fuck, Ramiel.” I see the blush creeping up his cheek, and I place a soft kiss on his lips. I love this just as much as I do the rough sex.

I rub my face against his skin like I want to scent-mark it. Him. Fuck the consequences.

He’s my boyfriend, right? My new drug of choice. I’m trying to cut smoking. Need to be addicted to something else, Ramiel could be it.

After I’ve managed to calm myself down a little, I pull up and slowly slide out of him, loving the way he whines.

His hole is stretched and gaping, red from the pounding. A thick trickle of cum is leaking out, slowly rolling down his balls.

The sight sends a fresh rush of blood straight to my soft dick. A possessive feeling envelops me.

My voice is a low rasp when I say, “Look at my cum pouring out of your loose cock-taker.”

I slide a finger inside his abused hole, pushing some jizz back inside and watching as it disappears in his ass. He sighs contently as I gather more and stuff it in.

“Will it sound weird if I say I want to live the rest of my life filled with your cum?” he asks between long breaths. I can feel the grin on my lips as I remove my finger and pull him up until he faces me.

“It sounds very doable to me, boyfriend.” His triple-dimple smile comes out. I pat his lower lip and let him suck my cum-covered fingers. When they are clean, I taste myself on his tongue, releasing a guttural sound.

It feels so damn good. When we are this close, everything is… I’m happy. Really happy. For the first time in eight years.

I continue to plunder his mouth. His tongue slides hot against mine until my stomach starts to rumble, and he moves back.

“You really are abearfriend,” he teases me, pulling on the hair on my pec. “I’ll warm a few slices of pizza. Beer?” He strokes my round belly with a contented smile.

Eye of the beholder, I guess.

I slap his ass and nod. After cleaning the table of Ramiel’s cum, I pull my jeans back up, pocket his torn panties—it’s an instinctive move—and start eating the pizza at the table.

“What’s that?” I ask him when he comes back from my bedroom wearing my sweats again and holding a white box. His chest is covered in hickeys and cum, his hair a disaster.

He looks like a wet fucking dream. My dream.

“Your new phone.” He pushes a shiny cell into my hand. “Serena already transferred all the contacts, pictures, and apps you had on your old one.” When I keep staring at him, he adds, “Yours had a cracked screen and was so fucking old. Just take it.”

I push the food hard down my narrowing throat. It’s a small gesture, but it elicits many different feelings. Gratefulness, longing, affection, fear, inadequacy. Nobody has done anything for me in a long time. Because I don’t let them. I’m too scared to get too close, to trust again. But I want to with Ramiel, even though heiskeeping things from me.

“I also updated your home security system.”He did what? “Which reminds me, Serena, why didn’t you announce Hunter entering the property?”

“Dare changed the people notification function,” Serena’s voice comes from somewhere in the house.

“Smart little shit! For whom?” Ramiel shakes his head, but he has a small, satisfied smile on his face.

“Dare, Ren, and Ash Wright, Ramiel Masters, and Hunter Penn.”

“Awww, he included me.” I have no idea what he’s talking about, but he looks happy, so it’s fine. “Would you mind if I ask Dare to come work for me?”

“Creating video games?”

“If he’s interested. Also, I may help Ren find a job at a vet clinic.”

“They talked to you?” It sounds more like a question coming from my lips.

“Yes.” He frowns. “They called me, I didn’t invite myself again. They needed help with a game, and we chatted.”

My eyebrows kick up at the news. “The triplets talked to you.”