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She stared at him, trying to figure out what that look on his face was. Anger, offense, hurt? Whatever it was had her stomach sick. She wanted to take it back, but her tongue was tied up with everything.

“So, you want to, what? Call it all off?”

“I never said that,” she snapped.

“Do you?” he demanded, his face like stone.

“No! I don’t!”

“Then what’s your plan, Texas? Mine’s still the same. You in or you out, I have to know that.”

She crossed her arms, looking off to the right. “Not like I have a choice in the matter.”

“You always have a choice,” he assured too quietly.

She snapped her eyes up to him. “Not with you I don’t. I’m in whether I wanna be or not. You already have everything I could ever give a man and there ain’t no ungivin’ it. So, yeah, I’m stuck. But if I gotta deal with you gettin’ felt up by these swamp whores, I won’t survive. And I ain’t layin’ down to die out here like that.”

His stare got so brutal she couldn’t breathe. He snatched her hand and pulled her with him into the front entry and walked them past a million staring eyes. He continued with her down the basement stairs, not stopping till they were in his apartment with the door shut and locked.

He turned and before she got a word out, he had her against the wall, kissing her, his hand holding her jaw tight. She gasped when his leg pushed hard between hers and his other hand owned her breast with a greedy lust that had her weak and dizzy.

“You gave me everything, Texas?” he shuddered right in her mouth.

“Yes,” she said, pulling his hair and riding that perfect pressure between her legs.

He gave a harsh groan, and she heard his zipper. He yanked the top of her dress down and the material caught under her breasts while his hungry mouth went from one nipple then the other.

“Patches,” she shot out, holding his head as he found his way under her dress and yanked on her panties. She squirmed and kicked her way out of them, and he yanked the dress all the way down, till it fell at her feet. His hot eyes bore into hers as he removed his T-shirt. Next, he removed his underwear, and the sight of his huge cock had her body convulsing with need and fear. What was he doing?

He pressed his body against hers again, lifting one leg high as he kissed her, his lust coming in harsh, growly breaths. He slid the head of his cock along her clit and pulled back, watching it. “Look at my cock on your fucking pussy.”

She did and gasped at the impossibly delicious sight.

“This ismypussy,” he swore, his mouth back on hers.

“Yes,” she barely managed around his demanding tongue.

He pulled back again, watching himself, his chest heaving. Then his gaze rose to hers as he pressed himself at her opening, bringing colorful moans flooding out of her.

“Patches,” she whispered, looking between them as he moved his hand up the wall, lifting her leg even higher.

“I want you to watch as my cock takes what’s mine.”

“Oh God,” she blasted as the thick head filled her opening. “Yes, yes.”

He seethed as he moved the tip in and out of her entrance. “My sweet Texas pussy is so fucking tight,” he accused, punishing her with a kiss as he groaned and barely pumped. “You know what it means when I put my cock inside you baby? It means I’m giving everything to you. You want that?”

“So much,” she gasped, emotion overwhelming her. “I want everything.”

“You already had it,” he said, pushing his cock in slowly. “But this makes it binding before God and nobody can break that, you understand?”

“Yes,” she said, her breath bursting out with a cry when he shoved to the very bottom of her.

“Patches!”

“No,” he gushed, grabbing her jaw harder this time while keeping his mouth right at hers. “Forrest,” he said around lusty groans. “Forrest Nolton Monroe.”

“Forrest,” she cried right as his thrusts turned so mean and he forced her mouth open with his. Soon her sharp shrieks met his vicious grunts, like he was hungry for exactly that, her very loud confession that the whole hospital could hear and surely did.

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