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July

W hen we traveled from Venice to Florence yesterday, we stopped for lunch in Bologna before we got to our cottage tucked away in the countryside. The immaculate home overlooks the rolling hills of a nearby vineyard, with greenery that frames the windows and doors, covering the stone exterior, giving it the cottage feel. We’re not exactly roughing it, especially considering there is a butler and chef that stay on the property, but it has the most amazing vibes for my dream girl to write.

The entire reason I booked the place was because it has a private office that overlooks the vineyards, and the house is secluded, offering Dakota the opportunity to get in as much writing time as she can. Meanwhile, I plan to be in the pool that happens to be right outside one of her office windows, giving her all the inspiration she needs.

Waking up this morning, I feel on top of the fucking world. The other night, I made Dakota come twice on my tongue. And when she squirted on my face, I came so hard I thought I might spontaneously combust.

That was, hands down, the hottest night of my life. I’m wrecked in the best way. No one else could ever compare to Dakota. The way she feels nestled in my arms, the smell of her jasmine perfume, the sound of her sweet laughter filling the room—I’ll never get enough of her.

I’m out of my mind obsessed with her. But it’s okay. It’s the healthy kind of obsession. The kind of obsession I would feel okay sharing with my therapist during a session . . . probably.

“Your heart is racing,” Dakota informs me when she stretches in my arms.

“It does that from time to time. Well, really, just whenever you’re next to me. Good morning, gorgeous,” I murmur into her hair as I begin planting kisses all over her face.

“Stop! Oh my gosh!” she exclaims in between giggles.

Rolling her onto her back, I continue trailing kisses over every inch of her skin.

“Being with you like this has me feeling like I’m still dreaming,” I admit.

She tugs on my hair, bringing my face to hers. “You’re not dreaming, Carson. This is real,” she places my palm over her heart, which also means I’m palming her naked boob. Giving it a squeeze, I realize I’ve already ruined the sweet moment, so I might as well make the most of it.

Peeking up at her, I take her in. The way the morning light shines off the caramel highlights in her hair, which are lighter from the Italian summer sun. Her bronzed skin is on display for me, a stark contrast to the crisp, white sheets. Her sleepy eyes are hooded with lust. When she tries to bite back a smile, I tenderly pull on her chin and watch as her plump bottom lip breaks free.

“You’re sure I’m not dreaming?” I question before suggesting, “I think I’ve got the perfect test to let me know whether or not I’m still asleep.”

“Go for it,” she says with a yawn.

Leaning down, I pull her nipple into my mouth. When I do, her yawn turns to a gasp at the contact. I proceed to tweak, pinch, and bite her nipples, getting her worked up.

“I need more,” she mewls after I torture her for few minutes.

“I’ve got you,” I say as I shoulder my way between her thighs. “I’m going to start my day the best way I know how—with you splayed beneath me, begging and writhing for my cock, grinding on my face while I devour your sweet pussy. I am a man obsessed, Austen. I can’t get enough of you—the way you taste on my tongue, the way you moan my name, the sexy whimpers you make when I suck your clit. I’m greedy for every part of you.”

I don’t wait for an answer; instead, I languidly stroke my tongue through her slit. She loves when I flick my tongue over her clit, but this morning, I’m going to bring her to the brink and edge her a bit.

Once I’ve got her thoroughly riled up, she curses me while her fists clench the sheets.

“Carson,” she whimpers. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Chuckling at her frustration, I delve in to give her what she wants. When I latch onto her clit, she becomes a writhing, quivering mess until she falls apart in the most beautiful way.

Starting at her pussy, I leave a trail of kisses along her skin until I find her mouth. She urges me closer, and I’m not surprised that she fits perfectly beneath me. Propping myself up on my elbows, I roll my hips over hers, and she responds by grinding herself against my rock-hard length.

The feel of her pussy against my cock without a barrier is unlike anything I’ve ever felt as I continue to glide against her slick slit.

“You’re fucking soaked,” I murmur.

She sinks her nails into my lower back, pulling me closer to her as she moves her hips faster and trails her lips along the scruff that spots my jawline. When she kisses my Adam’s apple, I swallow, and she moans.

I release a drawn-out groan of my own when she bites the chain dangling from my neck. “Fuuucckk.”

Why is the sight of her with my medallion between her teeth the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen?

When she grabs my hips to halt them, I wonder if I’ve pushed her too far.

“I want to feel you. All of you,” she requests as she fists my cock in her hand, stroking it a few times.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom,” I blurt, realizing how fucking stupid that sounds.

“That’s okay. I mean . . . we don’t need one.”

I freeze and peer down at her. “I’m negative, I haven’t been with anyone since long before my last test. Are you on the pill?”

She shakes her head. “No, I have an IUD, and I’m negative too. I trust you, Carson.”

“Okay,” I reply in disbelief that we’re really about to do this.

Knowing I need to get her ready to take me, I slide two fingers inside her, slowly pumping in and out of her until she can take a third. When I can tell she’s ready for me, I pull my fingers from her and line myself up at her entrance, slowly nudging the tip of my cock inside her pussy.

“Fuck, Austen. You’re so fucking tight.” Taking a deep breath, I urge her to breathe with me so I can slide in another inch.

Her pussy is suffocating my cock to the point where I’m worried she’ll cut off blood flow.

“Oh, my fuck . I don’t think I can take any more,” she whimpers.

Resting my forehead against hers, I tell her, “You can take all of me because you were made for me, Dakota. Now take a deep breath so I can fill you.”

She takes a deep breath, and after a few more thrusts, I bottom out.

“You’re such a good fucking girl, taking all of me.”

“I can take more,” she moans.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Harder, Carse.”

Sitting back on my heels, I thumb her clit while I piston my hips harder against her. “Fuck. You’re taking me so fucking well,” I praise her, watching the way her pussy stretches to fit my thick cock. I stay just like that, but take one of her legs so it rests on my shoulder as I lean forward. The change of position has me sliding even deeper inside her.

“Is this okay?” I ask her.

“Yes, it’s perfect. Now, fuck me,” she demands.

Her wish is my fucking command.

I pull back and slam my hips against hers, thrusting in and out of her as the echoes of our skin slapping against each other surround us.

“Let go, Dream Girl. Unravel for me,” I tell her, knowing that she’s on the brink of a second orgasm.

My pace quickens, and after a few more thrusts, Dakota’s pussy clenches my cock so violently that white spots dance in my vision. Flames of pleasure lick at my spine as my cock swells inside her. Leaning down, I groan into her mouth as I follow her with my own release.

I can’t bring myself to pull out of her, wanting to stay frozen in this moment for as long as I can.

Resting my forehead against hers, I place a kiss on each corner of her mouth before stealing her lips in a sweet kiss. “You’ve enraptured my heart, Dakota,” I whisper.

With our lips still touching, she replies, “Only because you revived mine first.”

Her stomach grumbles, causing us both to laugh.

“Is my girl hungry?”

“Famished.”

I pull out of her, sitting back on my heels again to admire my cum spilling out of her. “I’ve never done that before. Gone without a condom. But, fuck, Austen. You look fucking exquisite marked as mine.”

“Only yours,” she whispers, brushing her fingers over the scruff spotting my jaw. My heart feels like it expands in my chest as her words sink in.

Seeing her like this—looking satisfied and perfectly content—has me wanting to hold on to this moment forever, to these feelings cultivating between us. I fell for my dream girl long ago, and by the way she’s looking at me right now, I think she might finally be catching up to me after all this time.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell her as I run into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean her up. When I walk back into the bedroom, Dakota is just slipping on the dress shirt I wore to dinner last night. We stayed in just the two of us, but we thought it’d be fun to dress up. We ate our dinner on the back patio that overlooks the vineyards.

She looks so fucking good standing there in front of the full-length mirror in nothing but my shirt. As she rolls up the sleeves, I circle my hand around her waist from behind, lifting the hem up to expose her perfect pussy.

“Look how stunning you are with my cum dripping down your leg, Austen. I’m entranced.” Pressing the warm washcloth against her pussy, I continue, “I’m a good guy, so I’m going to take care of you right now. But make no mistake, I’m only doing this to ease any pain taking me for the first time might’ve caused. As an unfortunate result, I am cleansing the mark I left. Just know I plan to dirty you up again every fucking chance I get,” I rasp into her ear before she tosses her head back against my chest.

“You’ve made a mess of me, my lord.”

We lock eyes as we stare at our reflection. Our chests rise and fall in rapid succession as I slowly drag the cloth up and across the apex of her thighs. My hands tremble with need and her heavy breaths only spur me on.

Unable to resist any longer, I move in front of her and kneel down.

“Carson, what are you doing?” She looks down at me, and my god, I want to worship at her altar.

“Seeing you like this, disheveled and completely satisfied, has me becoming unhinged. I want you to watch how feral you make me.” Without breaking eye contact, I flatten my tongue and take a languid stroke through her slit.

“Holy fuck. S-sensitive,” she whimpers.

I stop and look up at her. She has her bottom lip between her teeth, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. I just have never come that hard, and now I’m just really sensitive down there. I don’t think I could come again. I-I’ve never had back to back to back. You’re the only person to have made me come twice,” she clarifies.

A smug smile eclipses my face as a soft chuckle escapes. “You just told an overly competitive professional hockey player that you’ve never had a hat trick of orgasms. Scoring is my specialty, Dream Girl. Now let me make my newest fantasy come true so I can go make you breakfast.”

Within minutes, my girl is falling apart on my fingers and face. I’ve never been high in my life, but I imagine this feeling of euphoria that I feel in this moment is what an addict craves day in and day out. Dakota has turned my world upside down, but I’m ready to thrive in the chaos.

Pucking Legends:

Me:

I’m so fucking gone for Super Nanny.

Jaxy:

Carsey! Long time no talk. It feels like you’ve been on Love Island or something.

Benny:

Where the hell is that? I thought he was in Italy.

Jaxy:

Are you serious? That’s the show I’ve been obsessed with all summer and constantly talking to you about.

Benny:

Not ringing any bells . . .

Jaxy:

Have you been so in your own head about Little Red Riding Hood that you can’t listen to your baby bro anymore?

G-Baby:

Have you told her you love her yet?

Jaxy:

Griff, you’ve been stuck in the honeymoon phase for far too long. Plot twist: Little Red is actually Carlisle’s daughter. Meaning our captain fucked the team owner’s daughter at your wedding.

Benny:

J, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!

G-Baby:

I was asking Carse if he’s told Dakota he’s in love with her . . . but tell me more about what went on at my wedding.

I have not told her yet. But it’s so pathetically obvious, she has to know.

Jaxy, spill the details. Carlisle’s DAUGHTER?!?! Benny, I thought you were just going to ask her to dance at the wedding, not do the naked tango . . .

Benny:

*middle finger emoji* I hate you all.

*Benny left the group chat*

*Jaxy added Benny to the group chat*

G-Baby:

omfg. You’re cooked, Benny Boy.

You don’t hate us. Looks like our boy is in a predicament. The only girl to interest him is off limits. I’m telling Super Nanny to write her next book about this.

Benny:

I’m definitely not interested in anything with her now that I know who she is. And there’s no way she didn’t know I was one of the players on her father’s team.

Jaxy:

Yeah, you heard him. He’s definitely not not interested in Little Red.

Benny:

Quit fucking calling her that. Her name is Scarlett. And we don’t need to discuss her any further because she’s a non-factor.

G-Baby:

Until daddy-dearest finds out . . .

“Dream Girl! Where are you?” I call down the hall of the cottage as I head in the direction of her office. “I’ve got tea,” I say as I swing open the wooden door.

Dakota is sitting at the writing desk, her fingers flying over the keys of her laptop. She’s wearing noise-canceling headphones similar to the ones I use for my video games.

Not wanting to interrupt her when she’s in the flow, I go to shut the door when she slips off her headphones.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,” she explains.

“No need to apologize. I was just going to spill some tea I learned. It would honestly make for a cool storyline in a book,”

“Oh, I love this. Let’s hear it.” She motions with her hand for me to continue.

“Do you remember at the bachelorette weekend and the wedding how Bennett met that redhead?” I ask.

“Yeah, the girl he sang karaoke for, right?”

“Yep. Well, that same redhead just happens to be the daughter of our team’s owner.”

I watch as Dakota’s eyes widen, and her jaw falls open. “Oh my gosh. Shut up. No she isn’t.”

“She is. Her name is Scarlett Carlisle. But it gets worse, or maybe better for the storyline’s sake . . . Bennett slept with her the night of Griff and Mack’s wedding. And now that he knows who she is, he’s dead set on believing that she knew who he was all along.”

Dakota gasps. “Stop it. This is so going in a book one day.”

“Will I ever make it in one of your books some day?” I question.

“You’re already woven into this storyline, and likely will be for all of my books. You’ve shown me what it’s like to feel intimacy and romance again.”

I can’t help the feeling of pride that swells in my chest. “Would that make me your muse?”

A shy smile lights up her face. “I suppose it would.”

“Good. I’ll let you get back to work. I don’t want to be a distracting muse. Plus, watching you type away so passionately has me dying for you to get to the spicy scenes.” I waggle my eyebrows exaggeratedly at her and she rolls her eyes in response.

I take a few strides toward her to close the distance between us and give her a kiss. It was my intention to give her a quick peck and leave her to work. But when she leaps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist, my good intentions are put to the test.

I squeeze her ass before giving it a playful smack. Breaking the kiss, I groan as I rock my hips against hers to show her what she does to me.

“Back to work, Austen. There’s plenty of time for more of this. You looked like you were on a roll. I’ll go get you a snack and some water while you get back in the zone.”

She sighs as I set her back on the ground, mumbling an incoherent response. “What was that?” I question.

“I said, you’re too good to me. And then in my head I thought, I’m going to show him my appreciation later.”

Her words along with the devious grin she’s wearing has my cock springing to attention.

Down boy, I think to myself.

“Taking care of you is one of my love languages.” My cheeks heat as soon as the words escape, but I’m not ashamed for her to know how I’m feeling. I’ve been dying to let her know I’m head over heels for her, but I still don’t know if she’s ready to hear my love declaration.

“Alright, well, snacks,” I pivot, pointing over my shoulder as I back out of the office and shut the door behind me. Resting my forehead against the door, I sigh in relief that I didn’t blurt my feelings just now. Dakota deserves a grand declaration, and as soon as she’s ready, I’m going to shout it from the rooftops.

What she had before wasn’t love. I’m ready to do everything in my power to show her what it should be—what my love for her will always be.