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"Tripp."

"Quiet," I murmur, carrying her across the porch and through the front door. "You said you'd stay. I'm holding you to that."

Her laugh is breathless. "Where are you taking me?"

"You know where."

I kick my bedroom door shut behind us. The light from the hallway spills through the gap, casting long shadows across the bed.

I set her down on the edge of the mattress, standing between her knees. She immediately grabs for me, one hand landing on my hip while the other finds the hem of my shirt. Her eyes are dark with want, and fixed on me.

"Let me," she says, voice low.

I let her. She stands and pulls the shirt over my head, her knuckles grazing my stomach as she works it free. Then her hands drop to my belt, unbuckling it with quick, sure movements. I watch her the whole time; the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips, the way her breath catches when she pushes my jeans down my thighs.

I step out of them. She's left me in nothing but boxers, my cock already straining against the fabric.

"Your turn," I say, reaching for the hem of her tank top.

She lifts her arms and I pull it over her head, tossing it aside. Her breasts are bare, nipples already tight.

"Tell me if you want to stop," I say, thumb brushing her jaw.

"I don't want to stop."

I kiss her, a claiming with tongue and teeth, swallowing the little sound she makes when my hand slides up her thigh. I kiss her like I mean it, deep and hungry, and she kisses me back just as fiercely, her fingers curling into my hair.

When we break for air, I'm breathing hard. I press my forehead to hers. "I've been wanting to do that all week."

"Then do it again."

I do. I kiss her slower this time, tasting her, memorizing the way she sighs into my mouth. My hand slides up her thigh, fingers brushing the heat between her legs. She gasps against my lips, and I swallow that sound, too.

She's wearing those shorts she fixed the fence in, loose and soft, and I push the hem up until I feel bare skin.

She's already slick. I can smell it, that sweet almond and black cherry that's been driving me crazy all week. My cock throbs in my boxers.

I pull back just enough to look at her. "You wet for me, Sweetheart?"

Autumn bites her lip and nods.

"Show me."

She hesitates, then hooks her thumbs in her waistband and shoves her shorts and panties down her thighs. Autumn drops to the mattress and parts her legs shyly, her pussy glistening and pink, the slick catching the light.

I groan. "Fuck, that's pretty."

I drop to my knees in front of her, and the scent of her hits me; slick, sweet, and all Autumn. I lean in, but before I put my mouth on her, I look up. She's watching me, pupils blown wide.

I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Then another, higher, then one right at the crease where her leg meets her hip. She shivers.

"Tripp—"

"Shh." I kiss her there again. "I'm taking my time."

She tastes like cherries and heat. Her hips buck, and I grip her thighs hard to keep her still.

"Stay."