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My eyes close as he grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. I swear time freezes as he scissors his fingers, stretching me. My cock continues to spurt cum onto the sheets as he breaches my entrance and wastes no time at all pounding himself into me like he’s going for the winning touchdown.

Because he is.

I may have won the battle, but Dre wins the war.

Every single time.

Dre lets go of my wrists and grabs my hair, forcing my head back until his lips crush against mine, and I lose myself in him. In his heavy thrusts, in his kiss, in the warmth that spreads through my entire body as he fills me. My cock pulses as another orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and I shiver and moan, coming all over the sheets, over my stomach.

“Andre…”

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips, and my heart stops. I look up at him, those words stuck in my throat.

I love you too.

But before I can speak, Dre pulls out of me, and we both collapse. I carefully roll over to avoid laying in the puddle of cum, because I do not have the energy for a shower right now. I think I could legitimately pass out.

I just might.

I curl closer, throwing one arm over his hip, burying my head against his chest. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. What even are words?

Fucking hell…

I feel Andre’s lips in my hair and our bodies twist together; a mess of limbs and spend, and sweat and unspoken truths, and that’s exactly how we stay until the sun comes up.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Andre

Our vacation ends too quickly. At the beginning, it seemed like we had forever, but then it was over. Now we’re heading back home with the kids because Maddox asked if he could stay with us tonight, even though normally it’s Amelia’s night.

It’s New Year’s, and it’s the first New Year’s I’ve spent with my daughter. The first New Year’s I’ve had without Victoria.

That’s been true for all the holidays, of course, and though I thought about it, for some reason tonight is hitting me the hardest. Maybe because we’re also coming up to the anniversary of her passing. I don’t really know how to explain it or what the reasoning is, it’s just how I feel.

Maybe it’s also because of everything that happened with Paul over the last couple of days. How quickly we’ve grown close. How I told him that I love him, and he didn’t say anything back. I’m not worried about it; it doesn’t change my feelings, and he’ll say it when he needs or wants to. Nothing about his actions have told me that what I did was wrong or bad.

The kids swear they’re going to stay up all night and watch the ball drop on TV. Paul and I have bets on who will fall asleep first. I think it’ll be Maddox, but his vote is on Rylee.

Before picking up the kids, Paul and I brought all our stuff to the house, started laundry, and emptied our suitcases. We made some snacks for the kids and threw dinner together in the crockpot, because after everything else, the last thing I wanted to do was cook a whole meal.

I pull into the driveway, and we all get out of the car and head up the front steps to the house. We already told the kids that it’s fine if they stay up, but they need to bathe and put on pajamas in case they don’t stay awake to do it later. They both argued that they would be awake, but at least agreed to wash up and change.

Maddox is quick in the shower, so he hops in first. When he’s done, he runs the tub for Rylee, because he’s good like that. He’s a good kid, even if he gets himself into trouble at times for being a bit rambunctious.

I’m getting Rylee’s things together for her bath when Paul comes into her room.

“Hey, Maddox left Straw Berry at Amelia’s, so I’m going to run over and grab her.”

Rylee and Maddox share custody of all the animals now. It’s actually really cute, and though at first I was a little worried, I realized it was a healthy way for them to understand how Maddox lives with his parents.

“No problem,” I say.

“You cool with him staying here? He’s already in his pajamas and—”

“Paul, you don’t even have to ask. This is his home, too. Just like it’s yours. Go, so you can hurry back.”

He smiles, looking over his shoulder before coming into the room and kissing me on the lips. He jerks back after we hear what sounds like footsteps, but when we look into the hallway, no one is there.