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Through sheer force of will, I hold on, rubbing her clit with her and kissing her head.

“Fuck, I love watching you fall apart,” I whisper, my knees shaking from effort.

Then she comes again, squeezing me like a vice, crying out against the back of her hand. I can’t help but follow right after her, groaning her name as I spill deep inside, hips stuttering through every pulse until we’re both trembling and spent.

I collapse over her, careful not to crush her, and she wraps her arms around me, holding tight. Knowing I won’t be able to keep my weight off of her, I roll onto my back, taking her with me so she’s lying on my chest again, my cock still twitching inside her.

“Mine,” I whisper against her hair.

“Yours,” she replies on a heavy breath.

My heart is still hammering like it’s trying to climb out of my chest and into hers. She’s pulsing around me, and I need a second.

Need to feel this.

Need to memorize every tiny pulse.

After a long moment, I finally ease out of her with a low groan, already missing her heat, but I need to pull her up my body so I can kiss the tip of her nose. Then her cheeks. Her scrunched-up eyebrows. The beauty mark beside her mouth.

I turn us again so she’s on her back, and she starts giggling, which is the best sound in the world.

My chest fills with so much warmth it almost hurts.

I kiss her lips again, pouring everything I feel into it because words still feel too small. Then, shifting lower, I kiss down her neck and collarbone until I reach her breasts. God, they’re incredible in a way that makes every caveman instinct in me sit up and pay attention. I cup one in my hand, thumb brushing the nipple, and feel myself already twitching back to half hard against her thigh.

She lets out a shaky little laugh. “Will you still love me when I’m old and have saggy boobs?”

I press an open-mouthed kiss to the underside of one breast before looking up at her with a grin. “You mean when I can eat your pussy and suck on your tit at the same time? That’s basically a threesome with only two people.”

She gasps. “Nevan!”

I only nuzzle closer. “Just stop wearing a bra. Help speed up that timeline for me, baby.”

She slaps the side of my head softly, and I laugh into her skin. “Ow.”

Her fingers slide into my hair, nails dragging gently over my scalp, and I groan deep in my throat, eyes slipping shut.

Yeah.

I could do this for the rest of my life.

However long that is.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Lennon

My phone goes off, jerking me awake.

I reach for it without opening my eyes, knock it off the nightstand, and the crash makes me swear into my pillow. I find it on the floor by touch and squint at the screen with one eye.

Jasper.

My brain is still loading when I pick up. “Hello?”

“Lenny.” The panic in that one word wakes me up immediately. “I need you to come here. Like, now.”

I sit up so fast I get dizzy. “What? What happened? Are you okay? Are you at the inn?” My brain is cycling through scenarios. “Should I bring Nevan, or⁠—”