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“And I’m sick of knowing how sweet you taste, when in reality, you’re not sweet at all.”
“Don’t you dare,” he whispers harshly while tightening his hold on my hip. “You’re not ending this now. I’m not fucking done with you.” Then he crashes his mouth back to mine, and I drown all over again.
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“I want you to drive me to the brink of insanity only to stop and let me return the favor.”
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“But I honestly don’t care. I don’t care if it’s raw or painful or stupid. I just fucking want you.”
Oh, you beautiful fucking fool.
Like a real, genuine laugh, and I realize this is the first time I’ve heard it. And my God, if it isn’t the most incredible sound on this planet.
“You have to stop looking at me like that.”
“I wish I knew how.”
“Your mouth is something straight out of heaven.”
I swallow down those little sounds, taking them for myself. After all, they belong to me. He belongs to me.
“I’ll always protect the ones I care about. However I can.”
“Watch me fuck you, baby,” he rasps between another achingly slow thrust. “Watch yourself take every inch of my cock.”
“Your ass is a thing of perfection as it is, but it’s even better when I watch it swallow my cock.”
Let him mark me, brand me, stake his claim. I’m already his.
As if all he wanted was a yes. As if all he wants is me.
He laughs, another one of those genuine ones, and my heart stumbles in my chest.
but I don’t miss the little twinkle in his brown irises or how they crinkle just a little more around the edges when he smiles. It’s always his eyes that give him away.
Holden: You make a fair point, Nix. Care to make a deal with the devil? Me: Tempting. What are the stakes? Holden: A trade. I’ll come to watch you play as long as you’re in MY jersey next season. Me: Awfully possessive of you. But I think those are agreeable terms.
“So you’re a cuddler, huh?”
“Just with you,” he whispers, his eyes still on the screen while he hits play. “But don’t let it go to your head.”
“Where have you been lately?”
His hand reaches up and he rakes his fingers gently through my hair a few times before lightly tapping the index one against my temple. “I mean in here.”
He never fails to surprise me with how much he notices. All the little ticks or quirks or comments that no one else ever picks up on, he does.
“I know I’m probably going to sound like an asshole for saying this, but fighting for your own happiness should always be your priority.”
“You’re allowed to be a little selfish sometimes, baby. It doesn’t make you a bad person.”
“Because you’re living for him and his happiness, Nix. Those might be only a few examples, but knowing you, I’d almost guarantee there are thousands more. And I want to know, when will you start choosing yourself?”
“Eyes and mouth, Nix.” His attention flicks between the two before settling on my lips. “Choose you.”
“Okay. I’ll stay as long as you want me.” I’ll always want you.
“I don’t know if he’ll forgive me for falling in love with you.”
“You love him,” Oakley says, a hint of awe in his voice. “Don’t you?”
“With every inch of me.”
“What can I say? Apparently, I’m a sucker for a guy in uniform.”
“Oh, Nix. You win this game, and I can promise you, you’re gonna be really, really fuckin’ happy afterward.”
He’s everything I didn’t know I wanted, and now I doubt there will ever be a day when he isn’t.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers before a lone finger trails down my crease. “You’ve never looked better in your life. Ass in the air, my number on your back. It’s a sight dreams are made of.”
“I want you happy, but not at the cost of my own sanity, baby. And you’re driving me straight to the brink of it right now.”
want you in all ways,” he murmurs, a seductive tilt of his lips adding to his sinful aura. “But being inside you with my number on your back will, without a doubt, take the cake. So I really know you’re mine.”
“Possessive, are we?”
“I wanna claim every part of you.”
“Then claim me. Own me. And if the jersey isn’t enough, feel free to mark every inch of my body with your cum.”
I’m pounding into his ass like being inside him is the only thing keeping me grounded to Earth. And honestly? It very well might be.
“Give me everything you have,” he rasps, the blunt tips of his fingers digging into my skin. “All of it, Nix. All of you. No holding back.”
“I’ll give you anything you want.” My gaze flicks between his eyes. “Name it, and it’s yours, baby.”
“Then make me yours.”
And though he might want me to own and claim him here tonight, little does he know, he’s been doing just that to me. Has been for months now.
“That’s it. Fuck, baby. Just look at you,” I whisper in awe, my hand anchored at the back of his neck while I map his every feature. “You were fucking made for me. Meant to be mine.”
I want him to be mine in every sense of the word. And I’m not gonna stop until it happens.
I’m left staring at him in awe, and I swear on my entire life, nothing is more beautiful than this man falling apart beneath me. It’s a sight to behold, and I’ll never stop wanting to watch it happen.
I could do this forever, and I’m not talking about just the sex, either. I’m talking about all of it. All of him. Everything. Fighting, fucking, chasing, loving.
