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Gripping the fabric at her ankles, I say, “I’m trying to eat you.” Then, I yank both pant legs down at the same time, half-dragging Lex across the mattress, too.

“Reece!” she yells while breaking into barely suppressed laughter.

I continue pulling on her pants until her bare pussy comes into view.

Not packing any underwear for this weekend was pure fucking genius.

Dropping down on my stomach, I take one long lick up her slit.

“No,” Lex says, trying to twist away. “You said you’d read to me.”

Holding her in place, I say against her plump, pink pussy lips, “I can read while I eat,” before giving them a sloppy tongue kiss.

A scoff has me stopping to glance up at Lex’s face, that arched eyebrow of hers taunting me.

It’s not a total lie. Ilistento books while I eat.

I brace myself on my elbows and tell her, “Give me the book.”

Opening the fated-mates romance, I set it on Lex’s lower abdomen, the pages spread right above her clit, making her the sexiest book stand to ever fucking exist. Goddamn.

I get another lick in, then start reading.

By the time I reach chapter two, I’ve managed to get Lex’s pants the rest of the way off—one-handed, without skipping a single word. Chapter three, we’re both shirtless. Chapter four, I’m completely naked, too, my cock like granite. I steal tastes of Lex every time I turn a page, keeping her nice and wet for me. In chapter five we get the couple’s dramatic first kiss and I reenact it on Lex’s pussy until she comes on my tongue. Chapter six never comes, but Lex does two more times—once around my fingers and once when I bite the inside of her thigh like her own personal werewolf alpha. After that I add vampire romances to the top of the tbr list I keep in my phone’s notes because I have every intention of capitalizing on that kink. If Lex can come from a single bite, she’s about to be permanently imprinted with my teeth marks because I plan on biting her every chance I get.

Settling between her quivering thighs, I drag my shaft along her pussy, coating myself in her milk. Her arms fold over top of me, her nails scraping my lats before crisscrossing over my back to trail down to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me into her. My cock parts her slick, warm walls, the fit once I’m buried like a motherfucking glove.

Lex’s grip on my ass loosens before falling away completely.

“Are you tired already?” That was only three.

“I’m always tired, rook.”

“From what? Your thyroid?”

She shakes her head, the motion slow and…sad?

“It’s exhausting pretending to be okay.”

I search her eyes. Despite being in the dark now, they’re still silver, like the leaves of Woolly Lavender.

“So stop.”

“I can’t. It’s all I know.”

Just like fighting, pretending’s all she’s ever known.

“Nobody’s okay all the time.”

“Not even you?”

I remember my dad’s death and how I handled it. How I’m still handling it. I took on a role I wasn’t prepared for and I’ve been playing catch-up ever since, never quite getting ahead, somehow always falling behind. What I can’t seem to remember is what okay felt like, because I don’t know when the last time I actually was.

“Not even me,” I admit.

Her eyes explore mine this time, and I reach up to brush an invisible hair off her forehead, causing her to break the connection with a blink.

“You don’t have to be okay for me. I’ll still be obsessed with you if you’re not.Whenyou’re not. I just…” I stop and lower my head to hers. After swallowing thickly, I start again, whispering, “I just need you to breathe.”

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