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“I want you. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me.”

I thrust into her, filling her completely in one smooth motion. She cried out, her nails digging into the seat as I began to move. I couldn’t hold back anymore, not with her so needy.

I drove into her, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, feeling her body respond to mine with a hunger that matched my own. Her breath hitched with every movement, her hips pushing to meet mine in a rhythm that was as desperate as it was passionate.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” I groaned, my hands gripping her legs to hold her in place. “So tight and wet and perfect.”

She moaned, her back arching. The windows of the truck were steaming up, the air thick.

“Max,” she gasped, her body tensing as she got closer. “I’m going to come.”

“That’s right. Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

She cried out as her body tightened around me. I thrust into her one last time, my body shaking as I came harder than I ever had before.

I let her legs go, so I could take her mouth, my hips grinding into her to ensure every drop was spilled.

We lay there for a moment as we came down from our highs. I pressed soft kisses to her neck, her cheeks, and her lips, as my hands stroked her hair.

After a few minutes, she sighed. “We should probably get going.”

I knew she was right but hated the thought of leaving this moment behind. I slowly slid out of her and dealt with the condom, tucking it into a small plastic bag I found in the console.

“Just a few more minutes.” Sitting back on the seat, I pulled her into my lap, tightening my arms around her and nuzzling her neck. “Then we’ll go.”

She snuggled closer, her head resting on my shoulder. It was a comforting feeling, one that made me want to stay like this forever.

But eventually, reality had to intrude. We straightened our clothes the best we could, and I opened the back door, letting in a rush of cool air that helped to clear my head.

I helped Emery out of the truck, my hands lingering on her waist for a moment before I stepped back.

She looked up at me, her eyes soft and her lips curved in a small smile. “Thank you.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk threatening to show. “For what? The dance lessons or the...” I gestured to the backseat of the truck.

She laughed, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. “Both, but mostly for... this.” She put her hand on my chest, her eyes meeting mine. “For making me feel... seen.”

I reached up to touch her cheek. “You are seen, Emery.” My voice was softer than I think I’d ever heard it. “You’re incredible, and strong, and beautiful. And I... I care about you. More than I should.”

Her eyes widened slightly at my admission, and she covered my hand on her cheek with her own. “I care about you too, Max.”

I leaned into her touch, my eyes closing briefly as I savored the feeling of her skin against mine. Then I stepped back, taking her hand in mine.

“Come on. We’re going to freeze.” I helped her into the passenger side of the truck before rounding the front to my side.

We drove home in comfortable silence, our hands entwined on the center console. I couldn’t stop stealing glances at her, her profile illuminated by the passing streetlights. She was so beautiful, and she had no idea the effect she had on me.

When we pulled into the garage, I turned to her. “Stay with me tonight.”

She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. Then she nodded, a smile breaking out across her face. “Okay.”

As I looked into her eyes, I saw something that both terrified and thrilled me. I saw a future, a possibility, a chance at something real and lasting. And in that moment, I knew I was falling for her, hard and fast and completely.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Emery

I’d never seen three men so stressed in my life. Especially Ronan, who was practically a walking, talking bundle of nerves. With Thanksgiving being at the very end of November this year, there were fewer days until Christmas, which made things worse.

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