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His deep chuckle floated through the air toward me. I lifted my hand to my bleeding lip, my core clenching when I pulled my hand away to find it dotted red with blood.

Fuck me.

EPILOGUE

Tye

Aura tightened her arms around my waist, and her thick thighs squeezed my hips as we leaned into the turn I took, heading deeper into the mountains. We’d graduated college two days ago, and with my parents’ help, I was surprising her with a three day vacation in a mountain cabin on a cliffside before she started her remote job as an online therapist on Monday.

When she was offered the job, she was so fucking overwhelmed with happiness, she’dcried. She’d been terrified we’d have to live apart more often than not since I got drafted into the NFL, but now, she could travel when I did and attend every single game in support of me.

When the bike straightened, she rested her head on my back, and her fingers curled into my jacket. I slowed down as I neared the driveway for the cabin I’d rented, and slowly, I made the drive up to the small vacation home. She lifted her head when I turned the bike off, and her gasp was audible behind her helmet as she took in the scenery.

The cabin was built from logs with forest-green shutters. The porch wrapped around the entire house, and there was a porch swing on the front porch. I knew from the advertisement and pictures that there would be rocking chairs on the back porch, which overlooked the valley beneath us.

“Tye…” she breathed as she tugged the helmet off. Getting off the bike, she slowly spun in a circle, taking in the trees, the firepit off to the side of the house, and the wildlife scuttering through the underbrush. “It’sperfect.”

I got off the bike as well and tugged my helmet off, tucking it under my arm. “You like it?” I asked.

She nodded, her pretty eyes sparkling. “I’m fucking in love.” When she looked up at me, she smiled. “When you retire, can we live somewhere like this?”

I laughed and nodded. “We can live wherever the fuck you want, baby,” I promised. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”

I grabbed our small duffel off the back of the bike, then headed to the porch. After climbing the steps, I punched in the code for the door, then pushed the door open, gesturing for Aura to walk in ahead of me. Once we were inside, I toed off my shoes and set my helmet on the small table near the front door. Aura did the same, then headed straight for the sliding glass door that led onto the back part of the wrap-around porch.

“Oh, my fuckingGod,” she choked out when she stepped outside.

I followed, watching as she leaned on the railing to look down the cliff. I pressed in behind her, bracing my arms on either side of her. “Like it?” I murmured, leaning in to press my lips to her neck.

She nodded. “It’s so fucking beautiful, Tye.” Turning, she leaned back against the railing and gripped my leather jacket, tipping her head back to look up at me. “Thank you.”

“I’d give you anything in the world so long as it made you happy,” I reminded her. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to hers in a soft, slow kiss. “And if living in a home like this makes you happy, baby, I’ll buy us a piece of property in the mountains and build a small cabin on it so we can live there in my off-seasons.”

Her lips parted with surprise. “Really?” she finally breathed.

I nodded. “Really, baby. The world, remember?”

She laughed quietly. “You spoil me.”

“Not enough,” I muttered, leaning in to kiss her again. My arms banded tightly around her, and I coaxed her lips apart so I could dip my tongue into her mouth, tracing the dips and curves. She moaned, pressing our bodies so tightly together, I couldn’t tell where her body ended and mine began.

“If you don’t slow down,” I grumbled, ripping my lips from hers to press kisses along her jaw, “I’m going to fuck you right here against this railing without doing what I meant to do first.”

“Whatever you were going to do can wait,” she breathed, pushing my jacket off my shoulders.

A husky laugh spilled past my lips as she kissed me again. My jacket thumped to the floor behind me. “What if I was going to ask you to marry me?” I asked, groaning when she began attacking my neck and pushing my shirt up my torso.

“You already know my answer would be yes, so if that’s what you were going to do, put the ring on my fingerafteryou fuck me, Tye.” My shirt hit the porch next.

And I fucking pounced.

Gripping her hair in my fist, I yanked her head to the side, licking, sucking, and biting at her neck. My other hand quickly unfastened her jeans, and I shoved them down her thighs. She kicked them off and shoved them aside somewhere, getting them out of our way.

I peeled her shirt over her head and tossed it behind me, then spun her around to face the railing of the porch. She sucked in a sharp breath, and her fingers clamped around the metal railing as I sank my teeth into the back of her neck. “Tye—fuck,” she panted, her head falling forward.

“You wanted me to fuck you,” I reminded her, my voice nothing more than a guttural rasp. I quickly unfastened her bra, and it fell down her shoulders. She caught it before it fell over the railing, and she tossed it behind us. “So prepare to get fucked, baby.”

I yanked her hips back, then quickly unfastened my jeans. Shoving her thong to the side, I slid deep inside of her. She choked on her moan as she rose onto her toes from the force of my thrust. I growled, leaning over her and sinking my teeth into her shoulder. “Fuck, baby,” I growled.

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