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“Troy, we gotta get ready so I can take you to the airport.”

He shakes his head, but he’s not looking at my face. “Come here.” He moves his hands to grip my knees where they hold me up on the mattress near his waist. He tugs on them until I’m aligned with his face. This is exactly why I set my alarm for 30 minutes before we needed to get ready. This guy can never get enough. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t more than willing to be on the receiving end of his need.

His hands hook under my legs and grab my ass, pulling me toward him. “Hold onto the headboard,” he demands before his tongue drags across the lace between my legs, the sensation from the mixed textures causes me to moan. I mutter a curse as I grip the wood. He kisses me on that sensitive spot of my skin at the edge of my underwear then evens it out by pressing his lips into the other side. I can’t help but squirm in anticipation.

He hooks his fingers in the top of the lace and tugs gently as he kisses my inner thigh. “Off,” he commands, and I do as he asks. I climb out of them, flinging them off once they are down to an ankle, and resume my previous position. Moving his hands to my inner thighs, he grips them, pushing them apart to give him better access. He rubs his thumb across my wetness, opening me up for him ever so slightly, and without hesitation he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Fuuuuck.”

I feel him smile against me the moment before he takes a long, slow lick. He snakes his tongue inside me. I push onto it reflexively, needing more, and his groan vibrates through me. One of his hands runs up my thigh before gripping my hip, his thumb brushing along my sensitive skin.

His tongue swirls around, curving into me before pulling out. I whine at the loss of contact until two of his fingers are deep inside me. He pulls them out only to thrust them back in as he continues to lick at me. My head falls forward against the headboard. “Oh my god.”

“I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t want any other mouth to own you the way mine does,” he pulls back just enough to say, fucking me with his fingers as he does. Then he’s back to sucking, licking, flicking his tongue against me, and I can hardly hold myself up. I grip the headboard harder, my head still pressed into it, as I slip closer to him. His fingers slide out, his tongue replacing them as it laps inside me. Holy fuck. I can hardly breathe.

He presses my thighs apart, his fingers rubbing against my skin. He takes one more slow drag across me with his tongue before dipping in deep, and it sends me over the edge. I squeeze my eyes tight as I come, a wave of heat and tingles flushing through my legs, my stomach fluttering, as he pulls my orgasm from me. It’s almost too much, and I try to pull away, but Troy holds me in place, licking me slowly until I’m shaking too much to hold on anymore.

I push off the headboard, awkwardly tumbling backward until my back is on the bed, lying in the opposite direction of Troy. In the next second he’s spun around, and he’s kissing up my stomach until he’s hovering over me.

“God, Troy. How am I supposed to let you leave after that?” I manage even though my breath is still ragged.

“Just the feeling I was going for. Don’t want you to forget me while I’m gone.”

“I definitely won’t forget you. But maybe you should fuck me too, to be sure.”

“Ask and you shall receive.” He grins, before grabbing a condom from my nightstand. Yanking off his sweats, he doesn’t waste time pushing into me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

TROY

“Howthefuckareyou?” Cooper says as soon as I slide onto the passenger seat of his black 4Runner.

“Happy to be breathing fresh air.” I chuckle.

“All that smog isn’t doing it for you?”

“Yeah, not quite.”

“So, just come home, man.”

“I might have considered it a few weeks ago.”

He glances over at me with a shit-eating grin as he pulls away from the airport. “Finally listened to me and decided to give another girl a chance.”

“Something like that.” I pull my phone out to text Lexy and let her know I made it here.

“Who is she?”

“Do you remember Maci?”

He looks confused trying to place her. “Umm, Dean’s ex-girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. Is that who you’re seeing? Wait, in California?”

I laugh. “No. Although she did move there. It’s her best friend, Lexy.”

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