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Van gave me a knowing grin. “Me.”

“You. I want you to own me. I want you to fill my ass with your cum.”

“I—” Van licked his lips, a dark stain on his cheeks. “Yeah, I want that. Fuck, I really want that. But, no condoms, are you sure?”

I smiled. “I want to be exclusive. I got tested recently. And I know you haven’t been with anyone in, well,forever.”

“Now who’s making assumptions? Maybe I was being discreet?”

“Nah. You’re wound tighter than my guitar strings,” I joked.

Van reached down and pinched my ass.

“Hey!”

“Brat.”

“But I’myourbrat,” I quipped.

Van made a contented growl that told me everything I needed to know.

“Yes, you are mine. And yes, I want to fuck you.”

I moaned out loud. I couldn’t help it. I wanted him with a need so bad my entire body trembled.

Possessive Van was sexy as fuck.

Lucky, lucky me.

“You, me, and that king-size bed in my hotel room.”

“Time to go,” he said, jumping to his feet and holding out his hand.

“Are what about you?” I asked as I placed my hand in his. “What about your expectations? Your needs?”

Thank fuck for the low lighting and dark corners because no one could mistake who we were to each other.

“It’s not complicated. All I need is you.”

CHAPTER24

VAN

Idon’t remember a damn thing from the car ride back to the hotel. How long it took, who was driving, nothing.

Not when I was consumed with Brodie sitting beside me.

Things I’d tried to push aside before—the intent way he looked at me, his edible scent, his innate sexiness—now overwhelmed me.

Luminous eyes, gorgeous profile. Beautiful, stunning, surreal.

My heart pounded louder than any drumbeat and my dick was so hard I was unable to sit still or find a comfortable position.

Thinking back, I couldn’t ever remember being this turned on by anyone.

No, turned on wasn’t the right phrase.

I was infatuated, distracted, possessed—words I’d never used to describe myself before.

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