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“Only by you.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I’m yours?”

“And I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it,” he said, nipping my lip and kissing me like we weren’t in the middle of a nightclub surrounded by everyone we knew. There was some cheering and whooping from around us, and I laughed against Jonny’s mouth.

“We should get out of here,” I said. “Unless you want to fuck in the toilets?”

“No, doll, I need a bed for what I want to do to you.”

“Let’s go then.” I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the crowd and past the bar, stopping only briefly to hug Matty again and wish him happy birthday. Mason raised a hand in recognition and chuckled as I waved to him as I towed Jonny towards the door. “Everyone knows about us now.”

“I think they already did,” Jonny said as we stepped out into the cold night air, the Christmas lights from the high street twinkling in the distance. “We weren’t that subtle.”

“No, we weren’t.” I pulled him into a kiss. “And I’m glad. I want them all to know I’m yours. I want them to see how well you take care of me.”

Jonny looked almost startled but I wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the light or not. “Take care of you?”

“Well, yeah, that’s what you do. It’s what you’ve always done,” I said. “You take care of me, Jonny. And nobody could do it better.”

He exhaled deeply as he kissed me again, fierce and all-encompassing. “I’m going to do it again tonight. And tomorrow. I’ll spend every day taking care of you if you’ll let me.”

“I will.”

It was only two words.

But it was a promise made of steel.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Jonny

Keepingmy cool while watching Devon dancing with Bailey had taken every ounce of strength I had. I kept remembering my conversation with Wayne, reminding myself over and over that I trusted Devon and that he’d picked me over everyone else. If I wanted to prove to him I was worthy of his love, I had to control my temper and that started here and now.

Bailey wasn’t trying it on. That was obvious as soon as I took a deep breath and let the red haze fade from my eyes and looked at the situation with a clear head. His hands might’ve been on Devon’s waist, but his movements were playful… overexaggerated… teasing, but not to Devon. To me… and to whoever Bailey kept looking at over the crowd.

If I’d had any doubts Bailey knew about us, they’d vanished as he spun my boyfriend around and wiggled his hips. He was showing Devon off to me, like he was trying to rile me up simply because he thought it’d be fun.

It had worked and now intense desire burned under my skin. It was more than simple need—it was a hunger, a craving, totouch, taste, and claim. I was not ashamed of my greed or the way it filled me up, but it was testing my patience to the limit and every second in the taxi back to Devon’s ticked by agonisingly slowly.

And as soon as his front door clicked shut behind us, the thread of restraint holding me back snapped.

“Jonny!” Devon groaned as I grabbed his face, dragging him into a fierce kiss and pushing my tongue into his mouth, tasting the ghost of his cocktails. I crowded him against the door, my hands sliding down his sides to grab his ass and hoist him into the air. He gasped and wrapped his legs around my waist as I lifted him, my mouth still on his because I couldn’t stop kissing him, not even for a second.

“Are you gonna carry me?” he asked with a breathless laugh, gently pulling his mouth away from mine and tilting his head back to let me kiss and suck all down his neck, moaning as I did.

“Maybe,” I said, barely lifting my mouth away. I smirked as I got a glimpse of the mark starting to form on his collarbone. My fingers squeezed his ass, caressing the firm muscle. One day, I definitely wanted to try fisting him, but I wouldn’t do it unless we were both completely sober and relaxed. The thought of Devon taking my entire hand, though… fuck, there was something about that idea which did something to me.

“Jonny,” Devon said again, his voice trailing off into a needy moan as he tried to grind against me. “P-Please.”

“Need something, doll?”

“Yes!”

“Need me to take care of you?” I asked as I gazed deep into his eyes, studying how beautiful they looked with the pupils blown wide. “Want me to fuck you until you forget your own name? Remind you that you’re mine?”

Devon groaned and buried his face in my neck. “Want you on top of me,” he murmured, kissing and licking the sweat from my skin. “Pinning me down so all I can focus on is you.”

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