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I rubbed my nose in her small patch of curls, marking my territory.

Minerang in my head.

I tested the waters, inserting my middle finger and climbing on top of her. She cradled my face, pulling me toward her until our lips connected. So perfect. Everything about Gillian was perfect. Her hips raised to my finger, clenching around it.

“Please,” she whimpered with my bottom lip between her teeth. She was so ready for me.

Rather than draw it out, I’d take her virginity now so I could fuck her into oblivion for the rest of the night. I wanted her in every position, in every room of my apartment. On my bed, the sofa, my dining room table… We’d finish the night in the shower, each taking turns on our knees.

Tonight would be fucking spectacular.

“Anything you want, baby girl.” I removed my finger and wedged myself between her long legs. Precum dripped from my cock. I gripped it hard as I eased the head inside, watching her face for any sign of pain. I knew it would hurt a little, but goddamn, I didn’t want my girl to feel an ounce of pain,ever.

“Oh wow.” She dug her nails into my shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

I pushed in a little farther until I hit the barrier. To take her mind off of what was about to happen, I sucked on the bend of her neck, pulling my dick partway out and slipping back in. I repeated the motion, enjoying her sweet song of arousal.

I pulled out, claiming her lips and dominating her with my tongue, and drove in.

Mine.

She cried out in my mouth, piercing my skin with her nails. I held still as she adjusted to me being inside her, kissing her sensually. Pouring my love into her. Savoring this incredible moment with the girl of my dreams.

Her warmth surrounded me, love filling the void inside me.

I was the luckiest fucker on the planet.

When I felt her melt into the bed, I started to move. She didn’t even need to be guided; her body met mine in time. We fit like two unique pieces of the same puzzle. Each time I was deep inside her, I was overcome with love for this woman. Peace. And a sense of wholeness.

Did she feel the same about me?

“Oh Grayson, I… I’m…” She seized, screaming my name as her orgasm hit. She pulsed around my cock, milking it for all it was worth.

I jumped off the cliff of ecstasy with her, burying my dick deep inside her. “Gillian,” I grunted her name over and over as I filled her with my cum. “You’re so damn beautiful. You’re mine now. Mine for always and forever.”

A single tear streaked down her temple onto the comforter as she smiled. “I love you, Grayson.”

Her words wrapped around my heart, owning me back. I never wanted to let her go, not tomorrow. Or when she returned to college. Not ever.

Fuck, how could I keep her with me? She had three years of college left.

Gillian was mine. We belonged together.

The sooner we told Travis about us, the better. I didn’t want to hide. Didn’t want to lie.

We were mature adults. Free to live and love as we chose.

It had to be tomorrow so she could stay with me on my days off from the firehouse. I wanted my girl in my bed. Right where she belonged.

10

Gillian

ON MY THIRTEENTH birthday, Grayson brought a woman with him to my party at the station. She was the first girl I had ever seen him with. She was pretty, with long dark hair and big boobs. I didn’t like her. At the time, I didn’t know why I hated this woman. But when I saw her kiss Grayson and hold his hand, I wanted to rip her hair out. She was the first in a long line of women he brought to barbecues, birthdays, and holiday celebrations at the firehouse. He never had a girl with him at my home, and none of the ladies came around more than two times. I’d once heard Daddy talking to another one of their friends aboutSly Fox’stwo-date limit.

I wasn’t sure why I thought of that as I basked in the morning sunlight streaming through the blinds, wrapped in his arms. Maybe because I’d finally gotten what I’d always wanted: Grayson Fox. He’d told me numerous times last night that I was his and he was mine. He’d also told me we needed to tell my dad the truth about us.

I didn’t argue with him, knowing lying was wrong.


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