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“Your cunt is the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted, baby. Sweet and perfect. And all mine,”
“Before you go,” he murmurs, getting off his bike and stepping closer, “one more thing.” He takes me by surprise, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. Before I can react, he dips me in a dramatic sweep, his other hand cradling my neck. The world tilts, and for a split second, I feel like I’m floating. Then his lips are on mine, warm and insistent, and I melt into the kiss.
“Just reminding you that this thing between us? It’s real, baby. Don’t forget it.”
“I won’t forget,” I promise. And I mean it. “Drive safe,” he says, brushing his fingertips over my neck. “I’ll see you later?” I nod, still caught up in the haze of our kiss. "Yeah, later."
“Listen up, motherfucker, because I don’t have time for your shit today. You don’t talk to Coraline. You don’t see her or text her or stop by her house. You don’t even fucking think about her anymore. She does not exist for you, yeah?”
“That bitch is using you to make me jealous, and you’re—” I fist his shirt and slam his back against the wall. “If you ever disrespect my woman like that again, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you ever say. You get me, Lawson?”
Let’s go remind these pricks why it’s a bad idea to touch what’s mine.”
“Reminding you who you belong to,”
"Anything for my girl."
“C’mon, let’s go pretend to take a look at your car and make-out in the backseat instead.”
I even take a short video because this is the kind of shit I want to show our kids and grandkids one day.
“I’m not mad, baby. I fucking love seeing you in my kitchen. It does something to a man, seeing his woman so happy.”
“You’ve never looked more beautiful.”
“You’re perfect, Coraline Carter. And one dinner with your family won’t change that.”
“I like him, Cora,” he murmurs gruffly in my ear. “I think he could be good for you. And this family.”
“You’ll take care of my girl now, won’t you?” "Yes sir, I intend to."
“Listen to me, baby, because I think you’re having a hard time comprehending something. You’re mine. And I always protect what’s mine, yeah?”
"I mean it, Coraline," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "You're mine now. And I take care of what's mine."
“I don’t need selfies when I can have the real thing anytime I want.”
Coraline Carter is drunk.
A second later, Taylor Swift plays.
“Nah, don’t stop on my account. Not before you get to finish, Carter,” Hawke drawls, his voice smoky and low.
“If you want to make that fantasy a reality,” he pauses. “I’m game.”
“Alright. But you’re an observer. You don’t fucking touch her, yeah?”
“Eyes on me, baby,” he commands softly, hooking my legs over his shoulders. “Forget he’s even here.”
He’s sprawled back in the armchair, one hand fisting his cock, stroking himself slowly.
My boyfriend’s eating my pussy like it’s his favorite meal and his friend is sitting in the armchair watching while jerking off.
“I want you to come too.” He chuckles, dragging his lips across my lower stomach as he climbs off the bed. “Yeah, about that. I already did.”
“Jasper?” “Yeah, baby?” he murmurs, pausing in the bathroom. “Did you just come in your pants?” He shrugs with a grin, unapologetic as walks into the bathroom.
I think I could wake up next to Coraline Carter for the rest of my life, and it wouldn’t be enough. I’d have to chase her ass down in the next life, and the one after that too.
I finally fucking get it. The peace she brings me by just being around. The joy of having someone who makes you want to come home.
“I’m not apologizing for teaching your boys some manners. They touched something that doesn’t belong to them. There are consequences for that.” I shrug, my mouth tilting into a cruel smile. “It’s on you that your boys act like wild animals.”
“Was that before or after you came to me and bought your little girlie’s bakery here?”
“It’s my job and my fucking honor to take care of you. You’re my fucking woman, Coraline,” he growls out, chest heaving.
“This isn’t even a real relationship!” “The fuck it’s not!” he yells back at me.
"I would never cheat on you, Coraline. Those girls were talking shit, trying to get a rise out of you. And that girl on my lap? I pushed her off the second she sat down. But I guess you didn't stick around long enough to see that part."
Me: I’m coming over. We’re going to work this out, okay? I don’t want to give up on us. I love you.
“You don’t know me, Naomi. And whatever version of me you dreamed up doesn’t fucking exist. So let me educate you. I’m a motherfucking Reaper. I’ll stop at nothing to protect what’s mine, and make no mistake, Coraline Carter is mine. She’s the fucking love of my life.”
“Where are you going, man?” Hawke yells. “I’m going to bring my woman home,” I tell him, pitching my voice louder.
Well, Nana Jo, I need to fucking run now.
“You’ve always been mine, Coraline Carter. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
“I want to be. God, do I want to be yours. I love you, Jasper. I don’t know how or when, but I need you to know that I love you so goddamn much.”
“I love you too, Coraline. I think I always have.”
She rolls over so she’s facing me. “How did you find me?” “I’ll always find you, Coraline,” I vow.
My brave, beautiful girl. She saved herself today, fought like hell to get back to me. To us. And I’ll spend the rest of my life loving her for it.
“You forgot Lover,” I murmur, holding his gaze. “Nah, I could never forget you.” It sounds like a promise.
“I love you, Jasper Devereaux.” “Coraline Carter, I love you endlessly. Until the world stops spinning and the stars fall out of the sky.”
