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I thrust into him so hard his knees buckled, and weboth collapsed onto the mattress. He bore my weight as I fucked into him, twining my legs around his calves for leverage. My teeth bit into his earlobe.

“Take my cock, take my cum. Gonna make you my bitch. Breed you like my bitch.”

“Yes. Yes, yes,” he shouted.

His shouts drowned mine out as I came inside him, his tight warm ass clenching around my cock, milking it dry. I reached beneath him and grabbed his cock, jacking it until he came in a puddle on the sheets.

Rolling off his body so I could lie beside him, I turned him to face me, resting my sweaty forehead against his. I couldn’t speak, still trying to catch my breath, but I didn’t need to. This was enough. Simply touching him. Listening to his breathing even out. Feeling the heat from his skin.

“You realize when I said we’re dating, that means exclusively. There’s no one else, Baylor.”

“I hope that goes both ways.”

I snorted and looked into his eyes. “Why would I want anyone else? I’ve got everything I need right here.”

He smiled smugly. “I knew if I just kept wearing you down, one day, you would fall for me.”

That didn’t sound borderline psychotic at all. “I didn’t fall for you, you fucking tripped me!”

He chuckled. “Are you trying to pick a fight or flirt with me?”

“How can you tell the difference?” I asked,smiling at him.

He breathed out a long sigh, sounding completely satisfied. “I could lie here with you forever.”

“Forever?” Sounded good to me.

“Or until we get hungry.” He popped a kiss on my lips. “Go get your dog.”

“My dog?”

“Yeah, your dog. I’m done being the bitch. It’s her turn and I want cuddles.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

BAYLOR

Poppingthe top on the can, I tipped my head back and took a long swig, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.

“Is that my last soda?”

“I don’t know, is it?”

“It is!” Casey looked incredulous. “What kind of man comes over to someone’s house and drinks their last can of soda?”

Was he for real? I just shrugged because I didn’t know what to say to that. “I’m a guest.”

Casey snorted. “You’re not a guest. You’ve been here more times than I can count.”

“Well then, what’s yours is mine,” I surmised, taking another long swig.

“Don’t fucking push it. We’re not married.”

The word married hung in the air between us. What would that feel like, to wake up beside thesame person every day? To kiss them every night before I fell asleep? To share a house and responsibilities and a whole life with them? The idea had always terrified me, but as I looked at Casey, I didn’t feel afraid. I felt… comforted by the idea. Excited, even.

Maybe because Marcus had been hinting at it lately, talking about asking Austin to marry him, planning some surprise dream wedding for him. I was excited for him, and hell, I guessed I was at the age where all my friends were starting to marry and settle down. I wasn’t saying marriage was for everyone, but there was no reason it couldn’t be for me. With a guy like Casey. And Rawlings, of course. She lifted her head from my lap as if she knew I was thinking about her. I rubbed between her ears, and she settled down.

Casey glared. “Stole my last can of soda, and you stole my dog, too. What else are you going to steal?”