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“I love you, too, Reese.”

“Good.” His grins spreads even wider across his face. “Let’s go home.”

61

OLIVIA

Reese’s grandmother took Violet for the day, so when we get home, we have it all to ourselves. That’s for the best, because we can’t keep our hands off each other.

He strips my shirt off me as soon as we get inside. He palms my chest, my breasts, touching every exposed inch of skin. His cock is rock hard as it presses against my belly within the confines of his jeans.

“I missed you,” he growls, biting my lips, my jaw, my neck. Everywhere he can leave a mark, he does.

My response is to fumble with the button of his jeans. I force them open, push them just enough to release his cock. Before he can say anything else, I sink to my knees in front of him and take him into my mouth.

We moan in unison. Him, for the pleasure of the heat of my mouth. Me, for the relief of being able to do this again. It’s funny, how sex can be so carnal and so emotional at the same time. A release of every endorphin and pleasure spot.

I meet his eyes as I bob my head, taking him in and out of my mouth. His eyes are hungry, a volatile green glint in them. He fists my hair, encouraging taking him deeper. I suckle around him. When I graze my teeth ever so lightly over his cock, he bucks into my mouth.

I’m soaking wet already.

Reese pumps past my lips, groaning and growling the whole time. “Look at you,” he praises. “Look at how good you take me. You’re all mine, Olivia. All mine. Not a damn person in this world will take you from me.”

I whimper around him. Force my head all the way down so he slips into the back of my throat. His cock pulses inside me, but instead of coming, he suddenly pulls out.

Spit trails off my lips to the tip of his cock, until he yanks me up from the floor. Reese tosses me toward the couch, bending me across it. My pants, which I now realize with slight embarrassment are just the pajama bottoms I was wearing at Mom’s, are shoved down, exposing me.

He says two words that zap straight to the core of me. “Fucking. Beautiful.”

I cry out, a pleasured, strangled sound, when Reese sinks his cock into me. He fills me, stretches, owns me. He presses to my very depths and makes me quiver against him.

And then he just holds me.

His chest to my back, and his arms wrapped around me, he hugs me tight to him as he fucks me. Bites sting my shoulders and my neck as we careen together, our bodies melding into one. I pant, rocking back against him as if to take more of him inside me, even if there’s no more room.

“That’s it,” he praises me. “Good girl.”

And I fall apart.

“Reese… Reese, please don’t stop.”

He goes harder, but it’s no less sensual, rolling his body against mine. His cock gives the most tantalizing strokes, forcing me to tighten around him as I cum. It’s only then that he goes faster, pulling me down on him. Tears prick in my eyes as I feel him fill me with a guttural, satisfied grunt moaned into my ear. Every cell of me vibrates.

Cum drips out around his cock, but he doesn’t pull out. He peppers kisses along my jaw.

As a thought hits me, I laugh. Reese bristles playfully. “Yanno, laughter is not usually the response a guy wants to hear after fucking his girl’s brains out,” he murmurs.

I chuckle. “Sorry. It’s just… I left my car at the stadium. I just realized.”

There’s a beat of silence before we both burst into laughter.

“Well, how about I take you back to pick it up? After round two, of course.”

62

REESE

My house smells like home. The scent of boxed birthday cake and frosting mixes in the air with barbecue. It’s the kind of vibe that I would have killed for as a kid. Music thumping, people laughing. A game on the TV while the adults shoot the shit over some beer.

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