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impossible!”

I climb in, jump back out, slam the door and run after his truck. “Gage! Wait up! Wait!”

At the top of the little hill, taillights become brake-lights.

I swing open the passenger door. “I’m coming with you!”

He gets this huge smile.

And off we go.

Chapter Twenty-Four

GAGE

Around four months later. Maybe a little more. The days are so good they blend.

Cherry’s underneath me in my king size. Blankets gone. Sheets with them. We’re kissing as I press into her heat, cock throbbing. Impatient.

We got into a playful argument this morning about which way the toilet paper should be reloaded — ripped from bottom, her preference, or top, mine. She ended up throwing the roll at me. I threw her onto the bed.

Two hours ago.

Fucking ever since.

I groan from how good it feels to slowly press into her again, our limbs wrapped around each other’s, bending to accommodate our pleasure.

She tangles her fingers in my hair. “Gage, you’re so big. I’m a little sore.”

“I’ll go slow then.”

Biting her smile she nods, “Perfect. Thank you.”

“Want me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

I bury my head in her neck, kiss the smooth, soft skin as my hips rock and her legs spread.

Lexi bends to reach and tickle the terrifyingly sensitive part under my sac. I groan as she cups me, next, then softy releases me.

I watch her lips part as we complete our connection. She moans and I tense, thighs freezing to hold steady, deep inside her.

Lexi captures my kiss.

Our tongues tease.

Slide around.

Penetrate.

Retract.

Penetrate again as I start to move, rocking back and forth to ease me in. When I feel her getting wetter I keep the slow rhythm, checking it to ask, “Still sore?”

She breathes, “No, I’m good!”

But I keep it slow, focusing on how incredible sex feels. Don’t need to hurry. The rush of being in her, with her and her with me, is all I need.

Lexi gives herself over.

No holding back.

Walls absent.

Unnecessary.

It’s just us here.

That’s why the hours fly.

I plant my palms on the bed, back arched like a cobra. Lexi hooks one leg around my ass, the other wrapped over my thigh, hands flying up to grab the headboard, tendons in her wrists taut. She moans, eyelashes fluttering shut before she throws back her head while I sway and rock inside, deep inside. Hypnotic, naked breasts rise higher with each hitching breath she takes, body shivering as her climax grows nearer. I hold her at the edge until Lexi’s clawing for release.

Focusing hard, employing all of my willpower, I manipulate each slick thrust to give her unavoidable pleasure, the pull inside my own core intensified each time her moans reach a higher pitch.

I feel a single contraction in her pussy that makes containing my primitive side a struggle. But I rock my hips, rise up to balance on one hand, the other sliding down her quivering abdomen and into slippery folds. Just what I thought. Her swollen clit is begging to be touched right.

Skimming its side is all she needs to cry out my name.

This is it.

She’s mine.

For right now.

Her walls clamp around my cock in bursts. I hiss, and as my own release breaks free, I subdue it so as not to hurt her. Suck it in. Focus hard.

Feels good to control it.

Thick pulses of fire.

Need.

Ownership.

Gotta stop thinking like that.

I collapse onto her with us breathing hard. My ear vibrates under her happy laugh, and softens as she kisses it, hot breath a massage made by nature.

When we can talk again she whispers, “Gage?”

“Hmm?”

“Aren’t you glad I’m on birth control now?”

Face buried between her neck and the smashed pillow, I return, “Aren’t you glad you agreed to take Saturdays off so we could do this for hours?”

She caresses my back with a whisper of fingertips. “Mmhmm. But that’s the last time today.”

“You’re sore, I know. That’s why I was careful.”

“You were very careful.” She gives the side of my head a soft kiss. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Cherry, anytime.”

Her voice becomes thoughtful. “Seems like all my cousins are mothers or pregnant. I mean, I know not all of them, but it sure feels like it.”

Rising onto my elbow, I rub my eyes. “Still thinking about that birth control?”

“No! I mean, maybe I don’t even want kids.” Looking at me, she becomes quieter, fingertips still whispering along my skin. “Do you?”

“Sure, I want a family.”

“Really? Because not all people do.”

“And if they don’t, they shouldn’t have one,” I tell her, without the least bit of doubt in my tone. “Just because a lot of people want