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I slump against him, tilting my head back onto his shoulder. “Okay.”

“We should go celebrate our victory!” Henry shouts, jumping up from the couch with a new burst of energy. “We should go to Angie’s!”

“Good idea,” Kelly says, standing alongside him. “Come on, lovebirds, let’s get breakfast.”

As they head for the front door, calling after us to get changed and meet them there, Everett tugs me tighter against him, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Our previous activities will have to wait, it seems,” he mutters, his flat palm traveling lower over my stomach. “Think our friends will know you’re waiting for it? That you’re aching for me?”

My dick grows under the weight of his hand as he cups me, and I shudder as I say, “Don’t egg me on, Evie, or I won’t be able to commit to being good later.”

Everett laughs, standing us up before heading for the bedroom. “Perfect.”

I trail behind him, bathing in his lingering joy.

Everything is calm. Everything is as it should be—and I know this in how his soul is tethered to mine, forever guiding me back to him.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Skylar Parish

It’s late evening by the time we return to my apartment. Breakfast wasn’t enough for our friends, and Henry had the grand idea of going ice skating at the hockey rink and then seeing Christmas lights once the sun set.

It is December, after all, and Christmas is right after graduation.

So, after watching Everett bruise his knees and Kelly face-plant at least twice, we saw some pretty lights draped in palm trees before finally heading home.

And as much as I’ve enjoyed our day out, grateful to have such loving friends, I’ve been waiting all day for this. Everett was right; I am aching for it.

We’re two steps into the apartment, the door barely latched, as I jump him. His back hits the wall, my hands in his hair as my mouth collides with his.

He groans, allowing my tongue to massage his, the wet warmth of him spurring me on. His hands slide over my ass to the back of my thighs, hoisting me up the way he used to when he’d give me piggyback rides after volley games. Only this time, I’m latched to his front, sucking his tongue into my mouth.

Everett detaches from my mouth, panting as he grits out, “Fuck, Sky. I’m gonna rail you so hard.”

I unhook an arm from around his shoulders, shoving it between us to feel the pulsing length of him. “Fucking do it.”

He heads toward the room, attacking my neck as he carries me. Jolts of pleasure shoot from the skin he’s assaulting, traveling down my spine and making my legs weak. I would have already fallen off if it weren’t for Everett keeping such a tight hold under my ass.

He shoves the door open, crossing the room to the bed before tossing me onto it, towering over me with a hungry expression.

I love horny Everett. He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Take your clothes off, little snake,” he commands, and in the time it takes for me to be completely naked before him, he’s grabbed a bottle of lube and ripped off his own clothes.

I also love that we’re so prepared now. Sex with lotion compared to sex with lube? Fuck.

“Come on, Evie. Fuck me.” I’m smirking at him, lifting my hips in his direction.

His eyes are locked onto my erection, his lips parted as he takes me in. “Stretch yourself first.”

“What?”

I’ve never touched myself down there. I don’t even know how to start. Do I just slide a finger in? Where is my prostate? What if my fingers aren’t long enough?

“Come on, Sky,” Everett coaxes, climbing onto the bed and bending my knees up. “I’ll guide you. Give me your hand.”

He pours a generous amount of lube over the tips of my fingers, rubbing a palm against the inner skin of my leg as he does it. The cool liquid makes me shudder, and Everett grins.