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“This is amazing,” he said.

I wondered yet again how he managed to string words together when I was incapable of even seeing straight.

“You’re amazing.”

His dirty talk faded and instead it became just us, the contact and the physicality. I felt him moving inside me, how his body changed as he came closer to coming. His grip became tighter and then he pulled out and turned me over.

He pulled a pillow under my ass, lifting my hips higher to an angle that suited both of us. Then he pushed inside me again, his eyes drifting between my face and my tits as his cock moved in and out of me. I started to come without warning, my body almost betraying me. He seemed to know how to make me feel electrified and alive and free.

“Love it when you come,” he said and I could tell he was close. “Can I come on you?”

I nodded and he pulled out of me, his semen hitting my stomach and chest in hot lengths. His expression was greedy and victorious. “Mine,” he said. “You’re mine.”

And I was. Hopelessly.

Epilogue

Owen

There wereat least fifty people in Cases, but I only had eyes for one of them. Everyone else was welcome to go the fuck home whenever they pleased, because the only person I wanted to be with right now was wearing a tightly fitted dress that dipped enough at the front to have kept me hard for most of the evening. This was an uncomfortable situation to be in, given that the room contained her father and four brothers.

Payton looked happy. Her face lit up whenever she spoke to someone, whether it be one of her friends or a family member who had come for the occasion. I’d stopped trying to remember exactly who I’d been introduced to, instead shaking hands and making small talk that had never been a problem for me. She’d introduced me as her boyfriend, her arm around me, stealing kisses when she could, all of which had made me stupidly happy.

“If you keep grinning like a fucking idiot I’ll have to call a doctor,” Seph said to me, pouring whisky into our glasses. “You almost look happier than Maxwell.”

The party had been combined into a celebration of Max and Victoria’s engagement, although they’d been too busy finding quiet corners to notice anyone else. “Yeah, well,” I said, clinking his glass with mine. “Your sister makes me happy.”

Seph grinned, genuinely happy. “As long as you make her happy. I’m glad you got it sorted. You’ve got a good woman. I know I've got to say that because she’s my twin and if I didn’t she’d refuse me a kidney or something, but I really mean it. And she’s not picked a complete dickhead either.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Good. Now let’s get this whisky drunk.”

Seph continued to circulate, charming everyone, including a couple of Ava’s friends who looked particularly interested in him. I stayed out of the way, watching the scene playing out. Her dad was much better and had lost over a stone already. He looked proud, especially when Claire handed him Eliza so she could knock back a couple of glasses of Champagne.

“Who are you watching?” Soft arms wrapped around me from behind. I turned and brought her into my arms, knowing I’d never be tired of the feel of her.

“Everyone. I haven’t seen much of Ava,” I said. She was the only sibling I hadn’t spoken to at length.

“That’s because she’s been talking to Eli. You know, Eli my colleague, who I run the department with,” Payton said, her tone suggesting that what they were doing was more than ‘talking’.

“Is that a problem?”

She shook her head. “Eli’s great. He’s nine years older than Ava. They’re friends. Friends who have gone missing together at quite a few events, such as Vanessa and Jackson’s wedding. It’s just clicked now.”

“Again, is that a problem?”

She turned around in my arms and I remembered how fucking lucky I was. The singer strummed through some indie-folk tune and we shifted to the music. “Right now, nothing’s a problem. I’m right where I want to be. With all my family around me, and the man I love.”

I knew I was grinning like an idiot again. “Say that again.”

She smiled, widely, taking hold of my shirt in her small hands. “I love you, Owen Anders. Even if you get crabby when I take photos of your bookcases.”

I kissed her, aware that there were several pairs of eyes on us. “I love you, Payton Callaghan because you take photos of bookcases and everything else.”

The End