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stomach. I kissed her hip. I kissed her inner thigh and licked at the supple heat pooling through her panties. “May I?” I asked.

“Please,” she whispered before lifting her hips up. I pulled off the last layer of clothes between me and her perfect pussy, then lunged for a taste. Fuck, she was so sweet. I couldn’t get enough. Her moans echoed off the bare walls of my kitchen as I flicked my tongue over her clit, again and again, coaxing a tantric orgasm from her body. She stared at me, her hooded eyes heavy with intent as I enjoyed her. I wanted to eat her pussy until I died. I wanted to always have the taste of her on my lips.

Her orgasm was like a sweet, sweet symphony, calling me home, burrowing deep in my soul as I enjoyed every last drop of her pleasure. I didn’t let up until the last of her muscles had stilled. I wiped my face on her inner thigh before removing my boxers. “You’re mine, Blakely Stewart,” I promised. “You always have been.”

I aligned our sexes and pressed at her entrance, knowing that we could never finish this until she gave herself to me entirely. “I’m yours.” I slammed inside of her with a jolt, letting out a stream of curses as her tight cunt hugged me. I moved with the intent of making her feel me—only me. I wanted her to remember this moment. There was nothing between us now. No secrets. No lies. No harboring guilt or betrayal. It was just Blakely and me, and it was perfect.

Each slam sent our bodies into a frenzy. I sucked on her lips, enjoying the feel of her shaking body against mine. There were no doubts. No hang-ups about right and wrong. It was the first time we’d fucked without anything holding us back, and it was the most freeing expression of love I’d ever experienced. “It’s only you,” she whimpered as I slammed into her again.

“Only you,” I echoed.

We both came apart beautifully. Her screams were loud. My panting deafening. We fell apart the way we fell together—with passion and truth. With love. She writhed, but I held her still, milking every last bit of that moment and burning it in my brain.

After our breathing had slowed and our bodies relaxed, I pulled out and held her close, tenderly stroking her hair as I stared deep in her eyes. “Tell me a truth,” she said softly.

“I want this forever,” I admitted. It was the scariest truth I’d muttered to date. What if she didn’t want me back? What if she changed her mind? What if I hurt her? What if…

“Me, too,” she replied.

Me, too.

“Good girl,” I said.

Epilogue

Blakely

Two years later.

“It’s perfect weather for a wedding,” Rose said blissfully. I buttoned up her sleek, black dress as thunder roared outside. She looked incredible in her floor-length gown with flowers pinned in her hair. I bit back a laugh while thinking of my own white dress, which would probably be see-through by the end of the ceremony. There would be no umbrellas today; Rose preferred to dance in the rain.

The music played as we waltzed down the aisle in Decker’s backyard. The rain poured down on our heads, making my blonde hair stick to my neck. It was perfect.

Decker stood at the end, waiting for me as he took his place next to Lance. He looked handsome in his tux, despite it all. Those dark eyes took in my drenched appearance as I made my way toward him. There was even a leaf stuck to pants and mud coated on his shoes. I loved him. I loved every imperfect part of him.

My brother had that boisterous smile plastered to his face. True, unbridled happiness was flowing from his expression. I stopped in front of him, offering a kiss on his cheek before standing in my place. “I love you,” I whispered to him. “I’m so happy for you.”

Rose strutted down the aisle with her eyes locked on my brother, surrounded by Mr. and Mrs. Trask and everyone else that loved them. The crowd was a hodgepodge of people Rose and Lance had collected over the years. I was glad he found someone that loved the same way he did—without restraint. Lance once told me he fell in love with souls. He said it was the heart of a person he was attracted to, and Rose had the perfect heart for someone like my brother.

The ceremony was short and simple. They each wrote their own vows, and my eyes kept flickering to Decker’s, smiling at the idea of this one day being us. I was still in college, still working on my undergrad degree in education. I wanted to teach. Decker helped me find my passion and supported my decision to go to Rhodes College. It was local, but I stayed in the dorms freshman year. He was adamant that I have the full college experience, though we realized it was a waste of money when I spent more nights in his bed than in the college dorms.

The reception was moved to our living room when lightning struck a tree outside. We danced barefoot on the wood floors Decker and I had made love on too many times to count. We laughed, and Decker stole Lance for a dance. I watched the two men I loved most in this world celebrate their friendship and brotherhood. They fought hard to get to where they were, but they came out stronger than ever.

After we sent Lance and Rose on their way, I started cleaning up. Decker watched me as I hummed to myself, picking up beer bottles and roses petals. It felt like Mama was here, and I found myself feeling comfortable with the poignant scent. I’d finally gotten to a place where I could feel thankful for the role she played in my life. She brought me to Lance. She gifted me with Decker. “You look beautiful, you know,” Decker whispered into my neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy.”

“Weddings are lovely,” I admitted before spinning around to face him.

“Tell me a truth, Blakely,” Decker said, making the corner of my mouth quirk up in a smile. It had been a while since we’d asked for truth. We lived our honesty now.

“I want to marry you someday,” I replied. Decker dug deep into his pocket and pulled out a little black box before getting down on one knee. My mouth dropped open in surprise as I stared at the glorious, perfect man kneeling before me. “Tell me a truth, Decker Harris,” I choked out through emotional tears.

“I want to marry you, too, Blakely.”

Thank you for reading!

Thank you for reading Tell Me a Truth. If you have time, I would greatly appreciate a review.

This book was a soul project. I love these characters and hope you do too. The idea for their story came to me after thinking fondly about a creative writing professor I had in college. He was ridiculously handsome and smart—a dangerous combination.

I worked at the campus library shelving books and was fired for reading too much on the job. I remember crying in his office, complaining about the injustice of it all when he said something I still think about to this day. (Don’t tell Mr. June)

“There’s something sexy about a girl that reads, hmm?”

I was swooning, ya’ll. SWOONING. He even did that sweeping eye-fuck thing hot guys do.

I wish I could tell you that he bent me over his desk, but real life isn’t always as fun as the books we read.

So here’s to you. Keep reading, you sexy badass, you.

Acknowledgments

This book would not have been possible without the support of my dear friends, Denise, Savannah, Claire, Jess, Kayla, and of course my wonderful PA, Amy March.

Also, I am especially indebted to my author tribe. They not only encourage me to work hard, but inspire me to be a better writer.

I am grateful to all of those with whom I have had the pleasure to work with during this book. I’d like to especially recognize my editor, Helayna Trask. She always takes the time to dive into the worlds I create and make sure they are perfect for you all. I would also like to thank all the dedicated members of The Zone.

Nobody has been more important to me in the pursuit of this series than the members of my family. I would like to thank my parents, whose love and guidance are with me in whatever I pursue. Most importantly, I wish to thank my loving and supportive husband, Joshua. Thank you for working hard for our family. And to my two wonderful children:

Everything I do is for you. Everything.