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“Do it. Come.”

My fingers bite into his hips as I pound once, twice more, and finally let go. Sheer relief crashes over me, and I grunt, cock throbbing inside him as I empty into the condom. I’m covered in sweat and paint, and Molly is the same. My images are all but unrecognizable, and I’m suddenly really heffing grateful he asked me to take those photos.

And told me I could keep them.

He lets out the most adorable, satisfied sigh, and I collapse forward on top of him. My hands are kinda stiff from holding him, but I wrap my arms around his back, crushing Molly’s frame to mine.

My dick slips out of him, and I regret that it’s all over already. That we can’t just bone all night and not worry about any of the other stuff.

“So, I guess we’re both big old liars,” Molly says, kissing my neck. “We’ve now doubled our agreed sexy times limit. Think we can triple it?”

I lower my weight so Molly’s trapped beneath me. “Twice. That’s it. That’s us done.” But even I don’t believe my words.

He rakes his fingers through my hair. “Uh-huh.”

“I’m serious, Tiny.”

“Whatever you say.”

His teasing eyes and gorgeous face hit something deep in my gut. Something that makes me say, “Well, maybe once more. Then that’s it. Third-date celebration and all that.”

“Ooh, I better make our third date a good one, then.”

“I dunno, I think you’ll struggle to top this.”

“I’m confident.”

“Well, in that case, I can’t wait to see what you come up with.”

Chapter 24

MOLLY

“What’s all this?” Rush asks, wandering into the room like he isn’t sure how he got here.

“Family dinner. Well, kind of. I know Monday is when you all make sure you’re home, but I thought for whoever is here, we could do family fun Fridays or something like that …”

“Awesome idea.” He claps me on the shoulder on his way into the kitchen, where he pulls down a cup that he fills at the sink. “Who’ll be here?”

“I still have to check with—”

He lifts the glass for a sip, and a pair of googly eyes look back at me.

I laugh. “What’s that?”

“Hmm, what …” Rush turns the glass and blinks at them. “Huh. No idea.”

“Weird.”

“Is it?”

Considering Rush isn’t exactly on the conventional scale himself, I’m not surprised that’s his response.

“So are you home tonight? Seven and Xander should be here, and Madden mentioned maybe going out with Penn, but he wasn’t sure yet.”

“Yeah, my boyfriend’s out of town. I think.” He looks upward, finger bouncing like he’s counting. “Or was that next week … If today’s Friday … and we spoke yesterday—the day before? Was it …” He wanders right back out again, empty glass still clutched in his hand.

I’ll put him down as a maybe.

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