Page 66 of Undeniably Perfect

“Damn it, why didn’t you tell me any of this, Tabby?”

I glare at Kent. “Because most of that just happened a few hours ago, Brix. Seriously what would you be able to do from the other side of the world, anyhow?”

“I’m coming home. Clearly, you need me.”

“No, no. Don’t do that. I’m fine, really.”

He curses again. “Non-negotiable. I’ll see you stateside in a few weeks. I’ll call once I have a flight scheduled.” He hangs up, and I stare at the phone.

“Well, it looks like I’ll get to meet your brother. That’ll be right after the series.”

“Kent?

“What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you just told my brother that I’m your girlfriend.”

He turns to me. “You are.”

“I am?”

“Yes.”

“Kent, we haven’t even. I mean, we barely know each other.”

“Well, that is going to get rectified right now.”

“Is it?”

“Yes,” he announces as he pulls off the interstate and flies down back roads, presumably toward his house.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Kent

I’m done playing games. Tabitha is fucking mine, and I am about to show her just how much she belongs to me and I belong to her.

I pull into my driveway and park, getting out without saying a word. I text the family chat and say I’m exhausted as is Tabby and we are staying here. I’m sure I’ll get shit for this tomorrow, but I don’t care at the moment.

“We’re staying here tonight,” I say to her as she follows me inside. Once the door is shut behind her, I take her in my arms, and using my whole body, I sandwich her against the wall.

“I’m not playing a game with you, kitten. No more first, second, or third base, we are going for a home run tonight,” I whisper in her ear as goose bumps form on her skin.

“We are?” she asks.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I answer as I reach down to the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. I run my nose along her jaw and neck, smelling her scent and tasting her with my tongue. She moans and her hands fly to my biceps. I reach down and pick her up, carrying her into my room.

Laying her down on my bed, I stand back up, admiring her fair skin against my dark sheets. She looks like a motherfucking dream.

I remove my clothes as I watch her. She bites her lips and starts to unzip her jeans.

“No, I get to do that,” I say to her as I pull my underwear off and watch her mouth form an “o” as she looks at me.

I fist my dick in my hand. “Your turn.” I crawl up the bed and pull her jeans and underwear down in one swift tug. Her skin feels like the softest silk beneath my fingers as I grip her ankles and spread her open.

She blushes as I expose her. “Kent,” she whispers. I kiss the inside of her thigh.

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