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He clears his throat, like there might be something stuck in it, then his voice comes. It’s quiet and surprisingly sweet. “Oliver.”
“You done gawking? Or should I flex while I wait for you to pull that phone out and take my number?”
“You look at all your friends like that, Belmont?”
Suddenly, he’s the only one I want to bring to their knees.
“Well, I’ve been here to see you try to pet a bear. I’ve seen you with a bruised face. I’ve seen you get anxious. And Skylar? I like all those versions of you. You have me. You’ll always be relevant to me.”
“This fucking mouth, Skylar.” “You like it?” I dart my tongue out, egging him on. “If I told you all the things I’ve dreamed about doing to this mouth, you’d turn the prettiest shade of pink.”
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“No. Bought it with my allowance. We just got back from the bookstore. It’s a gift.”
“This is my favorite gift I’ve ever received,” I tell him, my voice thick.
“What I really want to tell you is that I’m a fan of you in my shirt,” I breathe out against her damp lips. Restraint shot, I nip at her jawline. “I’m a fan of you in my house.” My lips travel to her neck. Her head tilts and her legs widen further, offering me better access. “I’m a fan of you in my lap.” My hands glide under the fabric, and I squeeze the sides of her bare ass as I bite down on the crook of her neck. “And once we have this place to ourselves,” I murmur against her skin, “I’m gonna be a big fan of you in my bed.”
“Breathing is overrated. I’d rather be drowning in you.”
I peek over at Bree. She’s fucking preening—arms crossed, so sure of herself—and a part of me can’t blame her. West is special. But he’s also mine.
“Going twice…” “Ten thousand dollars!” I yell, and my hand shoots up before I can think better of it.
“And third of all, the only foolish thing you’ve done is continue to refer to us as friends.” I spit the word. “That word makes me want to break something.”
My right hand snakes around her, and I lift, turning and dropping her on the hood of my truck. I step between her knees, dress draping between them, and slide my hands beneath the fabric. “I’m done pretending that being your friend is enough.” I grip her thighs. “Now spread your legs.”
“What a fucking treat, Skylar. Might just keep you like this all week.” “On your truck?” I joke. “No, on your back with your legs spread for me.”
chuckle at that. “If I had ten grand to spend on fucking your exes over, I would.” “They wouldn’t bid.” She says it so matter-of-factly. I hate it. I hate that for her. “I would bid on you every time,”
“That’s my fucking girl,”
“Whatever you want, baby. Just like I told you, whatever you want.”
