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“Fuck—”

“No. Sayallof it.”

I gasped as he teased my clit. Whimpering, I choked out, “P-Please fuck me, daddy.”

Ray pulled his hips back into the bed, then thrust into me. My tits hung in front of his face, brushing against his cheek with each push.

“This is heaven, baby girl. You’re my heaven,” he grunted, using his other hand to play with my clit.

I wanted to live between his arms. I wanted to be consumed by him.

Fire raged inside of me, flashing like bolts of lightning with each touch of his hand, each push of his cock, each pull from his mouth.

“Ray,” I keened when he grabbed my hips, holding me against him as he slammed inside of me, grinding our bodies together. “I-I can’t stop it. I need to?—”

I couldn’t get the words out before my world shattered.

Strong arms caught me as I collapsed. Warmth flooded my core as he shuddered, coming violently inside of me.

Ray pressed his lips to my temple. “How was that?”

Our chests stuck together, fused by sweat, adrenaline, and comfort. “Like I’d wait lifetimes for you, if only to find you once.”

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RAY

“Morning, beautiful,” I murmured, tipping my chin down and pressing a kiss to the top of Brooke’s head.

She yawned and burrowed into my side. “Is it morning already?”

I chuckled. “It was morning when we went to bed.”

“That’s your fault,” she mumbled into my chest. Her brows creased. Morning was the only time Brooke was remotely unpleasant. Even then, she wasn’t ill-tempered. It just took her more than a few minutes to wake up.

It was pretty fucking cute.

“Pretty sure you were the one begging me to keep going,” I said, slipping my hand up the shirt she had stolen from my bag to sleep in. I grazed her ribs. “Something like, ‘Please, daddy, fuck me harder.’”

I chuckled as she groaned and buried her face in the covers.

“Oh, God.”

“Yeah, you said that too. A lot.”

“Stop teasing me. People say way weirder stuff than that during sex.”

I brushed her hair away from her face and peeled the covers back so she couldn’t hide from me. “Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed around me. Okay? I liked it—a lot. You liked it. What’s there to be bashful about?”

Her eyelids fluttered shut. “Promise?”

I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Promise.”

We dragged ourselves out of bed, packed up, and loaded into the truck for the drive back to the ranch. It wasn’t until Brooke pulled the truck through the property gates that I let go of her hand.

“So, did you have fun?” she asked, turning down the dirt road that circled the barns.

“Yeah. I, uh… I did.”

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