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The bar was the perfect height to eat her perfect pussy but a little high to fuck her on. I hoisted her up, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me as I carried her across the room, not breaking from the kiss until I dropped her feet to the ground.

Gripping her hips, I spun her and curled my hand around the back of her neck, bending over the square table as I used my free hand to knock everything to the floor. Glass shattering against the concrete floors filled the quiet room, masking only the sound of our heavy breathing.

I slid my wide head through her slick flesh, coating myself with her arousal before positioning myself at her entrance. Her hands curled around the edges of the table, and my hand slid into her hair. "And now I'm going to make this pussy mine."

My hand tightened in her hair, and with a slight pull, I thrust my hips forward, filling her.

"Oh, fuck," she cried out, and I froze. She felt too good. Way too fucking good. "Don't stop." She desperately tried to rock her hips as her pussy sucked me deeper, begging for more.

So I gave her what she wanted. I started fucking her in quick, brutal strokes. Jerking her head back to arch her back, Iwithdrew before driving back into her over and over again with long, deep thrusts.

"Cole," she moaned, her hands squeezing so tightly around the table's edge that her knuckles went white. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming."

"That's it, baby, come all over my cock." I continued fucking her to draw out her orgasm, savoring the feeling of her pussy clenching around me.

I snapped my hips forward faster, harder, deeper until my entire body tightened, and with one last thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, releasing myself with a grunt.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Cole

Laying on my back with one arm wrapped around Taylor's naked body snuggled into mine and the other under my head, I stared up at the ceiling of the back room of the bar that Taylor had made into her temporary bedroom. I hated the thought of her living here, even if it was only temporary. I hated the idea of her not having a home.

"Have you given any more thought to moving to Nashville with me?" It made my chest ache at the thought of leaving her here to live like this. She had an air mattress, a couch, and a couple of boxes of her things.

Shifting to look up at me, she sucked in a deep breath before exhaling slowly. "Two years ago, I was ready to leave with you without a second thought about leaving all this behind, even though it was always in my head that I'd come back eventually. Now, I don't know what I want, but I know the thought of losing you again, even if all we ever are is friends, feels earth-shattering. But, at the same time, leaving my home," she paused, "well, I guess my home is already gone."

"Do you regret not taking the money to pay off your parent's land?" I ran my fingers through her silky blond hair.

She shook her head. "No, it wasn't right taking that money." A flicker of annoyance crossed my face, but I didn't say anything. I understood why she felt it wasn't right, but I disagreed with her. She'd made a deal with Wyatt. That money was hers. "I regret not figuring out a way to make the land profitable before it got so bad. So that I didn't have to take anyone's money."

"Have you thought about what your options are if you don't go with me?"

"Actually…" She smiled. My eyes narrowed as my ears perked up because I was expecting, or well, hoping, she'd say no. Saying yes meant that she was really considering staying. "I heard Old Man Winston is considering selling."

Old Man Winston owned a small six acres that neighbored the back of her family's land. "And?"

"And I thought it might be the perfect piece of land for me."

"Sounds like you've already made your decision to stay."

She shifted in the bed. "No, I haven't. Winston isn't ready to sell yet, so maybe I could find a place in Nashville for a few months and see how it goes."

"Have you already made him an offer?"

She shook her head. "No, but Bailey talked to him." I huffed out a breath a little louder than I'd intended, and she narrowed her eyes. Leave it to my sister to not be able to keep her nose out of this. She didn't trust that I really did want what was best for Taylor. "What?"

"Sounds like Bailey doesn't want you to leave."

"I think Bailey just wants me to be happy." She cleared her throat as she pushed up to a sitting position and pulled the sheet with her to cover her naked body. "She wanted me to know that I had options. She wants me to choose me this time."

Sighing, I pushed myself up beside her. "Taylor, I want you to choose you, too." As much as I wanted to be selfish, I couldn't. She'd already chosen my happiness over hers, and this time, I wanted her to be happy. If that happiness didn't include me, then I'd have to live with it. "I want you to choose your happiness over everybody else's. If Old Man Winston's place is what you want, then let's talk to him today and see if we can find out when he plans to sell."

"And if I buy it?" Her gaze dropped to her hands. "What does that mean for us?"

"I don't know." I forced a smile. The thought of walking away from her again was excruciatingly painful. "But I know I'm not ready to give up on this. On us yet." Her gaze lifted, meeting mine as her lips curved into a soft smile. "What about you?" She'd chosen my happiness over hers; this time, I chose her. She was my happiness. I was happy if she was happy. "Are you ready to give up on us?"

She shook her head. "No."

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