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“Thank you,” she whispers, kissing my cheek.
I grin at the floor. “You owe me the next two movie nights.”
“Done. I’ll watch Fast & Furious: The Geriatric version with you on repeat.”
“Don’t be hating on The Rock. Dwayne’s my boy.”
“I love The Rock. It’s just men compensating for their small dicks with fast cars that’s an old cliché.”
Barely, I chuckle because Blair’s feminine touch mends my broken pieces. It’s not just her massage; it’s her warmth and care. It’s who I share with her, too. It’s everything I don’t have to hide from her except…
“Did you hear from your dad?”
“Yeah.” She sighs. “He said he was sorry. That he’s not a biphobic asshole. He’s just worried we’re doomed, so he swore he won’t say anything.”
“Do you trust him?”
“We have to.”
“I know it’s easy for me to say, but give him a chance. At least he was here. At least he’s trying. His dick may not be in the right place, but somewhere deep down, maybe his heart is.”
She rubs my neck, squeezing hard as hell at the topic of her father. It feels so damn good, her voice softly lulling, “Okay. For you, my sweet Colt, I’ll give him a chance.”
I hang my head and let the silence settle around us until I feel her arms try to circle me from behind. It’s cute. She can’t because I’m too big and she’s too small.
“Hey,” she whispers in my ear. “What’s wrong?”
Everything.
But this…
I reach, turning to guide her around me, to let me pick her up until she’s straddling my lap. Snapping her hair clip out, I toss it on the floor before lacing my hands through her raven silk.
I wonder if she hates my nickname for her—Raven—but I love it. I love Blair’s every color, curve, and come back.
“Just promise me one thing.” I anchor to her eyes.
“Anything but the laundry.” She grins. “Because you guys are Pure-T filth after practice. No human alive should have to clean that nuclear waste you call your socks.”
I laugh. “I’ll always clean up my mess… if you promise you’ll always forgive me for it.”
She cocks her head, suspicious. Like she can see my secret but doesn’t ask because she sees my pain, too. How I’m hanging by a thread for her now.
“I promise.” Softly, she kisses me. “I’ll always forgive you if you’ll always believe in me. Just like you believe in Beau. I love how you love him and how he loves you.”
“I love how he loves you, and I know why.” I softly kiss her back. “Because I love you, too, Blair.”
Our next kiss is slow. So is the way I tug off her dress. So is the way she reaches inside my shorts, finding me needing her. So is the way I ask to be inside her. I want this with her. I want her yes, and I want to give her mine, and she takes it. She takes me deep and slow and with kisses that don’t stop until she’s gasping and I’m grunting, giving what I want her to have—my body, my heart, my smile when we’re done. When I insist, “Tell me what you’re writing about me.”
She’s still wrapped around me. I’m still inside her. “You’ll only want to fuck me again,” she beams. She’s so beautiful. She’s right, and she’s all ours.
“Only if you make my alien cock bigger than Beau’s.”
“It’s not bigger.” She laughs, and I raise a brow. “It’s longer. Like to his knees.”
“Whose knees?”
Did she just blush? Did she just get shy?
