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“And who owns your heart?”

“You,” I repeat. “My forever.”

Her fingers drift across the violet wood sorrel tattooed low on my pelvis. “Whose cock am I riding?”

Desire clutches onto me with a fierce grip as she claims me. “Yours.”

“And whose pussy is my cock pounding?”

I smirk against her throat. The mouth on her is filthy and I can’t get enough. My hand travels between her legs and I thumb her clit.

“This pretty pussy is mine, baby.”

Gemma’s grin is all teeth and sass. I love when the sultry vixen comes out to play. My hooded gaze admires her feverish efforts to get me off. Her soft and sweet side has the same impact. Every trait down to the tiniest freckle fascinates me to the point of obsession.

I dip my head to latch my lips around her nipple. She mewls and rocks faster against me. My ass lifts off the cushion to match her tempo. I buck into her and she sinks onto me. Our motions create a euphoric harmony. That unison sends us into oblivion.

Relief surges through me just as Gemma quakes from her own release. The natural high is a shock to my system, pumping me full of warmth and comfort. It’s not the first time she’s brought me to paradise. I get to visit whenever she touches me.

Pleasure flows between us in endless waves. I grasp onto her, pulling her flush against me. We float in that passionate abyss until our lust is sated. Very temporarily.

“Move in with me,” I murmur into the quiet lull settling around us.

Gemma doesn’t bother lifting her head off my shoulder. “Hmmm?”

“I want to live with you. For real. My house is bigger, which is nice for when we have kids. There are five bedrooms. If that isn’t enough, we can build an addition.”

“Okay,” she mumbles.

My muscles go rigid. “Okay?”

“I’ll move into your farmhouse palace on one condition.” There’s a smile in her thoroughly fucked voice.

The orgasmic haze vanishes and I’m on high alert. “Name it.”

“You have to buy me a milkshake with extra hot fudge and whipped cream. A basket of fries too.”

I’m lurching to my feet with her in my arms before she’s done stating her terms. One hand is grabbing for our discarded clothes while the other keeps her aloft against me. It’s proving to be too much of a challenge as I race against the clock. Her feet meet the floor, but I don’t relinquish the task. Gemma giggles when I attempt to hook her bra in place. The elastic snaps my skin and I grunt.

“Dammit.” I’m not very skilled at doing this in reverse.

She takes pity on me, handling her complicated garments with too many closures. We’re dressed and headed for the truck in less than two minutes. Her cheeks are flushed to match the giddiness lifting her lips. I give her a kiss while buckling her in, not taking my gaze off her while I round the hood to get in the driver’s seat.

“There’s no need to rush,” she laughs as my tires kick rocks while peeling out of the driveway.

“I beg to differ.” My palm snags hers, interlocking our index fingers. “I’ve been dreaming of you under my roof and in my bed since I was sixteen.”

Gemma’s brows lift. “Sixteen? That’s a bit young to settle down.”

The wheel slides in my grip when I take a sharp turn. “From the moment we met in the meadow, I knew you were the only one for me. I just got a bit lost along the way.”

“We found our way back together.” Her hand squeezes mine.

“Still not sure how I pulled it off, but I’m grateful you gave me another chance.”

“There’s no denying true love,” she sighs happily.

A pleasant silence accompanies us for the remainder of the drive. We’re lost in our own thoughts, sneaking sly glances every so often. I’m picturing what filthy position I’ll bend her into next. Gemma bites the corner of her bottom lip and I imagine she’s fantasizing about the same.