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“I feel like I could crumble under the weight of not wanting to disappoint you. I’m paralyzed by my fear of losing you.”
My fingers grip the counter behind me, to the point of pain, while I try to hold back the green-eyed monster. But I fail. “Sloane.” “Mm-hmm,” she hums, still sucking on her finger, giving me blue doe eyes. I want to ask her how it tastes. Instead, I snap. I point at the floor beneath my feet and say, “Lose that fucking ring and crawl.”
“I was about to tell you the only way you’d look prettier was with my cum in that tight little cunt.” “Jesus,” I mutter, feeling a blush overtake my entire body.
Only Jasper Gervais would have a body like a titan, a face like a model, and a cock like a pornstar.
Sloane laughs. She’s light and bright. She’s Sunny. She makes me smile so hard my cheeks hurt. I can’t take my eyes off of her.
“The real question is, do any of those other people matter when I only ever see you? When I only ever think about you? When I’ve done nothing but become more and more obsessed with you since I was told to stay away from you?”
“The answer is no. None of that shit matters. Because we’re me and you. We’re us. Unlikely and inevitable all at once. We’re forever.”
I can see us doing this forever. Taking trips together. Napping together. Doing chores together. Me walking up and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, just because I can, and then carrying on with my shit. Even doing boring stuff is infinitely less boring with Sloane by my side.
“Harder,” she urges. “Which one?” I push my hips forward hard, slamming her into the wall. “Pussy?” Then pulse my hand around her neck, “Or throat?” Heat simmers in her aqua eyes, they burn so fucking hot when she tips her chin at me in challenge. “Both.” I snap.
“I don’t even know where to start.” “Can you at least tell us if Jasper has a huge dick?” Willa leans across the table. I nod. Winter snorts. Summer gasps.
I take a deep swallow of my mimosa. It sounds so simple. So easy. So . . . obvious. And yet, so impossible. If moving on from Jasper Gervais was an option, I’d have done it by now.
“I love you, Sloane Winthrop. I always have. I love you so damn hard I don’t even know what to do with it. You’re my person. And I think I’m yours too.”
“You saw me?” I turn my head in, my lips dusting across her forehead. “Yeah. I saw you, Sloane. I noticed you too. Didn’t know what made me look up there that day. Had no clue what it all meant.” “What did it mean?” “That when it comes to you, I’m powerless.”
