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I find the hem of her nightshirt—this one belongs to Clay; he bitches at her for stealing them, but she tells him not to smell so nice. Pulling back from the kiss, I take a moment to drag the material over her head and drop it to the floor. Kayla now stands before me in nothing but a tiny thong and smirks as she pulls them down her legs. My hands gain a mind of their own, touching her bare skin, smooth beneath my calloused hands, her softness a vast difference to Vero.

I can’t help but touch her everywhere.

Leaning in, I kiss along her jaw and down her collarbone. She whimpers, and I love how I can make her need me as much as I need her.

Twined together, we move slowly, and when we reach her bed, I lay her down. She pulls me with her and watches me with wide eyes as I kiss the corner of her mouth, exhaling with a shudder. As I move over her, she wraps her legs around me, and I reach back to pull my shirt over my head one-handed.

I take my time with her, wanting to enjoy her body and memorize every noise she makes. Almost losing her has made me realize I can’t live without her, but I also still have so much to learn.

I kiss along her throat, and she melts beneath me. Her noises go straight to my chest, yet these feelings are alien to me. My hands slide over her waist, revealing her soft, silky skin beneath my palms. It’s been a long time since I have touched someone like this.

Kayla’s fingers card through my hair, her nails lightly scraping my scalp, and my eyes close for a second because, fuck, I needed this. Not just the sex, but her. Alive, beneath me, feeling her breathe.

I drag my mouth back to hers and deepen the kiss, my weight settling as her legs tighten around me again.

She pulls back. “Are you okay?”

“I just need you close.”

“You have me.”

I kiss her before she can speak again, sliding my hand up over her ribs, needing to feel every inch of her.

She finds the waistband of my sweats, and I laugh when she hooks one side with her toe and drags them down far enough that my cock pops out. I let her do what she needs as I brush my thumb along the underside of her breast. Kayla arches as I slide my cock into her pussy, needing to be connected to her, and she moans in ecstasy, digging her nails into my shoulders.

I don’t rush, starting slow, needing to touch and kiss her.

“Brawley,” she whines.

I know what she is asking for, but I can’t be that version of myself right now. She kisses me as I slide my hand up the outside of her thigh and around to her ass, pulling her in as close as I can, while I make small thrusts, teasing her, causing her core to clench around me, wanting more.

“I can’t lose you,” I whisper.

She swallows my words with a kiss, knowing she can’t promise me that I won’t.

I fuck her into the mattress, my pace slow and measured while I kiss her. We take our time, and when her legs tremble around me, I pick up the pace. I thrust into her perfect body until she whispers my name against my lips, and I come when her pussy pulsates around me.

Then I slide out of her before I go completely soft and roll behind her, then slide my cock back inside her, needing to stay connected.

“Sleep,” I say, and she doesn’t argue.

She simply pulls my arm around her body tighter, and after a few minutes, I hear her softly snoring.

Chapter Fifteen

Kayla

This morning we are all having breakfast at Ares’s bar since both Ares and I are on the opening shift. They think I haven’t noticed that we haven’t been working as much, and while I really have no bills here, I still have to pay for my loft until the end of the month. I called Mabel and told her I would be moving. Originally, I was going to keep it to make sure I always had an exit plan, but that’s Aaron messing with my head and I won’t let him win. I am happy and don’t give a fuck anymore. Besides, from what I know of the guys, they would move out before making me relocate, not that I would let them.

My phone buzzes on the bar, and as I glance at the screen, I see it’s an unknown number. My heart thumps in my chest for a second, and then I realize I don’t have to worry anymore.

It can’t be Aaron.

“Hello?”

“Is this Kayla Quinn?”

“It is.”