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“Brucey?”
“Yes.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I need to borrow some pants.”
“What kind of trouble did you get into?”
“I was skinny dipping with a girl, and someone stole them.”
“Michelle Pfeiffer?”
“Yeah.” I smiled in the dark.
“Atta-boy.” He then simply rolled over and began snoring again.
Securing Gordon’s loose trousers with a belt, I returned outside to rejoin Kendall. We couldn’t stop cracking up as we made our way back to my house. The pants were loose yet ridiculously short on me.
After breaking through a window, I carried Kendall into my bedroom and without even putting her down, reached into my drawer for a condom.
“Please tell me your taking those pants off.”
I laughed against her mouth and nodded as I unbuckled, letting Gordon’s giant trousers fall to the floor. I ripped the condom with my teeth and somehow managed to get it on without putting her down. I gasped upon sinking into her. She was already fully wet.
“Fuck. I can’t ever let you go now, Perky. You know that, right? This feels too good. Too damn good.” I was already addicted, and there was no way I could fathom not having this in my life anymore—not having her in my life.
“Carter…” she moaned.
I thrust in to her. “Kendall.”
Again. “Kendall.”
Again. “Fuck, Kendall. How am I gonna fly planes ever again when all I want to do is this for the rest of my life?”
She suddenly started to spasm around my cock, and I immediately came in response. Her back slammed against the door as I pumped in and out of her, still needing more when there was nothing left to give.
Beads of sweat were pouring off of us. Speaking against her limp body, I said, “I feel like I’ve lost my damn mind over you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I don’t even know where my fucking pants are! All I know is I can’t let you go, baby.” I held her close. “I can’t let you go.”
My heart was racing faster than it ever had after sex. I knew that was because for the first time in my life, it wasn’t just sex; it was so much more.
THE SMELL OF BACON wafted through the air. Wrapping the sheet around my naked body, I followed my nose to the kitchen. I stopped at the doorway to take in the scene before me. Carter was completely naked, his taut ass swaying back and forth as he stood in front of the stove frying bacon while belting out the Beatles I Got a Woman along with the radio. It was seriously an astounding sight. The epitome of Carter Clynes’ magnetism was on full display—gorgeous, confident, playful, loving, a little crazy, and a whole lot magical.
When he caught me leaning against the doorway, I felt his smile inside of my chest. My heart swelled watching him wa
lk to me, take one hand in his, and wrap the other around my back. Carter pulled me close and lead with a strong hand as we slow danced together.
He sang the words of the song with his mouth at my ear.
I got a woman.
I got a woman.
It was one of those beautiful moments in life that felt like a dream. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted us to last forever.
The song ended, and Carter pressed his lips to my forehead. “Morning, beautiful.”
God, there couldn’t possibly be a better way to start a day, could there? “How long have you been up?” I asked.
