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She sucked harder, swirling her tongue around the head.

“Fuck,” I hissed. My body jack-knifed and hot ropes of cum ejected from my cock.

Jaymi choked and swallowed, drinking me down. Her fist tightened around me, sliding through her slippery spit. The pleasure intensified. With a roar, I surged up, flipped her onto her back, split her legs, and sucked on her clit. I didn’t give her time to catch her breath. I slid two fingers deep into her soaked cunt, and I fucked her with my mouth and fingers.

“Brett.” My name, moaned in pleasure, was an aural seduction. I devoured her. I drank in her scent, sucked on her folds, and crammed my fingers deep inside her.

She thrashed, clawing at the bedding. Her back arched, and her pelvis lifted, grinding her pussy into my mouth. She was wild and so fucking beautiful.

When she sucked in a harsh breath, her muscles contracted, and her pussy fluttered against my tongue. She rocked into my face, coming on my mouth, screaming my name. Mine. I crawled over her and crashed my lips into hers. I kissed the fuck out of her, pinning her beneath me, and holding her in my arms. Yeah. She was fucking mine.

She smiled against my lips and looped her arms over my shoulders. “Good morning.” She glanced at the darkness outside the windows. “At least, I assume it’s morning.”

“It’s early.” I shifted off her, slid out of bed, and grabbed my jeans from the floor. “Stay in bed. Get a little more sleep.”

“I’m okay.” She crawled out of bed and pulled on her T-shirt. “Do you have time for a cup of coffee?”

I paused. Did offering a cup of coffee mean she wanted me to stick around longer? Or maybe she just wanted to talk? I had the lingering, nagging worry that she’d decide we were a bad idea. But then we’d just confirmed how fucking good we were together. “Are we okay?”

She crossed the room, stood on her tiptoes, and aligned her body with mine. “I’m just not ready for you to go.” Her words were spoken quietly in the darkened room.

I draped my arms around her. “I’m not ready to leave, but I should bounce before your neighbors see me take off.” I couldn’t resist dipping my head and claiming her lips again. Her hair trailed down her back and over my hands. I slid my palms onto her bare ass and squeezed. “A cup of coffee sounds good.”

She slipped on panties, and we found our way through the darkened house to the kitchen. She flipped on the light over the sink and filled the coffee carafe with water.

“I did sort of want to talk,” she said as she got the coffee brewing. She turned and leaned against the counter. “I…I’m—” She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, then let it pop free. “I guess I want to start by saying I don’t have any expectations from you—from us.” She tilted her head coyly and smiled. A light blush tinted her cheeks. “I don’t—”

I stood from the stool. “You don’t what?” I asked as I approached.

She craned her neck to look in my eyes. Her delicate neck stretched with a swallow. “I don’t want to go to the MC.”

“It’s okay. We don’t have to go anywhere. I’m happy here with you.” I tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’ll be in your bed every night if you want me there.”

The worry left her lips. “Does that mean we’re exclusive? I don’t want to pressure you for more. I’m not ready for more either. I just want to know if you’ll still be seeing Clover or one of the other girls at the MC. Or just another woman you know. Because I’m not seeing anyone else,” she hurriedly said. “I mean. I don’t plan to start dating or anything. I just like how easy it is to be with you, but if you’re still sleeping with Clover—”

“I’m not,” I interrupted. “As long as I’m in your bed, I won’t be in anyone else’s.”

Her shoulders relaxed. “Good. I won’t sleep with anyone else either.”

A surge of possessiveness rushed through me. Exclusive seemed fast, but I couldn’t think about another man touching her. Maybe I hadn’t changed as much as I thought. “If anyone touches you, I’ll break their fucking arms.”

She touched her tongue to her lip, slicking across the surface, and leaving a glossy coat I wanted to taste for myself. “Same because I think I might be the jealous type.”

I collared her throat with my hand. “I won’t fuck around on you, and I don’t share.” I dipped my head and slanted my mouth over hers. Sort of like a promise with a kiss.

After we parted, she grabbed two mugs from the cupboard and poured us each of us a cup of coffee. She talked about her plans for the day. School and possibly seeing her friend Holly for an early dinner.

“Will I see you tonight?” she asked.

“Friday nights are complicated. I can’t miss church tonight.” I spoke between hot sips of coffee. “Plus, I’ll be working behind the bar, and it’ll be a late night.”

She snickered. “We definitely have different definitions of church. I usually spend Sundays with my parents and brother.” She brought her cup with her and sat next to me. “Do you go to church? I mean, worship service somewhere?”

“Not really.” I wasn’t opposed to going to church. I’d just never made it much of a priority. Was I a believer? I suppose for the most part. I wanted to be. I tried to find the good in the shit I’d dealt with. But it was hard to find faith when life seemed to want to fuck me over. Maybe the blame rested with me. I’d fucked up a lot, but I’d turned that shit around. And I was still getting fucked over. “Are you still good with me mentioning you to the attorney?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’m going to try to meet with her today.” I stood and set my mug in the sink. I needed to talk to my divorce attorney. I’d been putting it off because the restraining order was going to complicate my custody case. Possibly. There was still a chance I wasn’t totally fucked. “I’m working late tomorrow night, too. It’s just until I get a new job. I’m working on that. Might be Sunday before I can stay over again.”