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I guide him down to meet me for another slow kiss. “I don’t want to hate fuck you,” I whisper, feeling like my heart is on the line in this vulnerable moment. “I could never hate you.”
He chuckles. “You sure about that? What was it—only a month ago you were calling me Asshole by name.”
My lower lip wobbles as the overflow of emotions that’s been pulling me this way and that for the last half hour come to fruition.
Butch holds my face in his warm, calloused hands. “Hey now, don’t do this to me, baby. I can’t stand to see you cry.”
Warmth floods my chest, my belly, my heart, and my soul, as realization settles over me like a weighted blanket. “I love you.”
I watch his eyes as the three little words of truth spill from my lips.
He blinks, staring at me for so long that I shift my hands to hold his wrists on either side of my face.
Faster than I can comprehend, he’s on me, kissing me and hoisting me into his arms. He pushes my legs apart, forcing them to wrap around his waist as my ass plops on the cool granite countertop beside us. When he pulls away, dark eyes on me, I swear, they’re glossier than before.
“I have loved you from afar for three years, Cassidy. Three years I’ve never even let myself hope to hear you say those words to me one day. You have no idea…”
“I love you, Butch Montgomery,” I whisper against his lips for good measure, letting the tears freefall. “I love you so much it makes me want to cry.”
His smile fills me with so much longing that I draw him closer, needing more of him—all of him. “I love you more, Cassidy Clark. I love you more than anything.” He grips the waistband of my sweats and I lean back on my hands, tilting my hips up so he can get them off. They hit the ground with my panties a second later and I’m dragging him back between my spread legs, kissing him as I undo his belt and free his cock from his jeans.
I gasp as his thick fingers toy with the folds of my pussy, slowly circling my clit and dipping into my heat. Pushing his jeans and briefs down past his hips, I tug on the steel bar of his length, replacing his fingers with his cock. “Butch,” I moan, rubbing the head of his cock up and down my dampening core.
He bucks forward, his silken rod nudging my clit. “That’s it, baby. Use me. Get that pussy good and wet for me.”
I moan at the feel of him against me, my core slickening at his command. The need to bury him inside me rises with everypassing second. When his head dips to my neck, kissing and nipping just below my ear—my favorite spot—I position him at my entrance. He pushes in, nice and slow, but that’s not what I want from him.
I grip his lower back, digging my nails in as I force him forward. He groans, slamming his thick cock deep. I suck in a breath as he begins to fuck me without restraint.
“Yes, yes, yes.” My voice is a chanting moan as he hooks one muscular forearm under my leg and brings me to the edge of the counter.
I hold on for dear life as he pounds me into oblivion. His other hand snakes up my neck and grabs a fistful of hair, forcing my mouth to his. I bite down on his lower lip, sucking it between my lips as the walls of my core begin to flutter with an impending release.
“Fuck,” he growls, tugging my head back and burying his face in my neck as his hips pound against my ass. The echoing wet slaps heighten the moment to a degree I didn’t think was possible. “Say it again,” he demands, punctuating his words with a hard thrust. “Tell me you love me. Tell me to never let you go. Say it. Say you’re fuckingmine.”
I moan, gasping for the crest of release. “I-I’m yours. Oh, Butch…”
My orgasm crashes through me with a tight clamp of my pussy around his driving cock and a cry of his name. His hold on my neck and leg stiffens as he rams into me with a shudder, stilling his thrust and spilling his release deep inside.
My arms find purchase wrapped around his strong neck as he repositions me on the counter, not realizing he had lifted me off it at some point.
“I’m sorry,” he pants, breathless. “I should’ve told you sooner. I shouldn’t have listened to him when he said not to tell you he asked for help.”
I sigh, resting my head against his broad chest and listening to his heartbeat. “Don’t be. You did everything right,” I admit. And it’s true. He could’ve told me last night, but now that I think about it… I wouldn’t change a thing because it might not have ended how it did—us sleeping naked together and confessions oflikethat were teetering dangerously close tolovewere admitted. “I’m sorry I blew up on you.”
My chin rests on his chest, peering up at him as his hands do my new favorite thing—gliding soothingly up and down my spine.
“It’s good to know what to watch out for now,” he teases as my brow furrows in confusion. He chuckles. “If I hear an f-bomb drop from these pretty lips again, I’ll know I’m in big trouble.”
I throw my head back with a laugh. I suppose he’s not wrong there.
“Is it safe to come in now?” Duke’s voice carries from the front door just barely out of view from where we’re still,ahem, joined.
“No!” Butch barks back, earning a giggle from me. The security I feel in his arms as he shifts me to turn his back toward the short entry hall, shielding me as best he can, is everything.
His eyes snap to meet mine as I purposefully clench his dick still buried balls deep in my all too pleased pussy. “Mind conserving some more water with me, love?”
He grins, lifting me in his arms. “Always.”
