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“The happiest. Love you both, and I’ll see you in the mornin’.”

“Christ.” He’d be pinching his brow.

“Love you,” Mum called.

“Always got my love, kid,” Dad said before he hung up.

After Drake placed my phone down, I launched myself at him. Straddling his hips again, I hugged him tightly to me, pushing my face into the crook of his neck. “You mean the world to me, Drake.”

“Same, Birdy,” he said softly, running his warm hands up and down my back. “Now, we might have a minimal amount of time to fool around, but I want to show you how much you movin’ in means. Or do we wait for all the phone calls?”

Laughing, I pulled back. “Do you think Mum will—” His brow rose. “All right, I agree she’ll be on the phone to your mum right now.”

His hand glided up to grip the back of my neck and drag me forwards. He nipped at my chin. “You know she won’t be the only one.” He was right. Maya, Ruby, and Julian were high on the list, and there could be others, but I was too distracted to think of them when Drake nibbled and licked from my chin to the side of my jaw and then ear. My body shot to life.

“T-They can wait.”

He hummed low and rough. “That’s what I like to hear.” His fingers slid between my legs, brushing over my exposed area. “Fuck, Birdy. Like that you’re already wet for me.”

“Drake,” I uttered, rocking over his fingers until one pushed up inside me and I moaned. “More, please.”

He sucked on my earlobe, then bit and demanded, “Tell me what you want.” Another finger joined the first. He curled them, pushing, rubbing. I shivered and whimpered.

His lips trailed down to my neck and sucked. “Tell me, Birdy.”

“You.”

“How do you want me?”

I groaned in frustration, fingers digging into his shoulders. But I still arched my neck more when he kissed and licked and bit over it. I wanted to feel him everywhere, over me and in me.

“Birdy?”

Leaning in, I captured his lips and kissed him like it would be our last one. I poured all my love into it as I stroked over his skin. His shoulders, chest, and anywhere I could touch. I lost his fingers from my pussy when both hands gripped my arse. He tugged me forwards over his erection. I rocked down, and we both groaned.

“Tell me,” he ordered against my lips.

“I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. Make love to me. Make me yours.”

“Christ” was torn from him. “Lift up, Birdy.”

I did, and he gipped my hip with one hand as I went to my knees over him. Drake held his dick out, ready for me. I shifted forwards and felt the head of his cock touching my entrance. Slowly, I encased him within me.

He cupped a breast and took a nipple between his teeth, gently biting, making me moan, and then licked and sucked around it.

“Birdy. Love the feel of you. So fuckin’ good for me.”

Panting, I nodded. “You fill me so good.” He always did. I would never get enough of having Drake inside me. I mouthed at his neck when finally seated over him. “Want you all the time. Need you inside me. You warm me in all ways.”

“Hell, Birdy,” he bit out.

I pulled off and slammed back down. He let out a growled groan, making me smile. I enjoyed seeing all the reactions I could bring out of him.

We’d been in all different positions. In different parts of the house.

But I loved this one.

With the slow roll to my hips up and down as he helped me move, we locked eyes and breathed.

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