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I do it once more. I can tell she can’t take it anymore, so I thrust all the way in. And shit. She feels so freaking good. Why the hell did I let us go so long without doing this?

I move in and out slowly, giving her time, but I can’t hold out much longer. She grabs my ass, pushing me deeper and making the sounds that mean she’s close. I speed my pace and within seconds I feel her releasing. Fuck, that’s a good feeling. Between that and one last deep thrust, I get my own release.

As we catch our breath, I gently kiss her shoulder and along her collarbone. She smells fresh and flowery, like she showered right before I got home. The fact that she was waiting for me, thinking about me, wanting me, makes me want to do it again. I love it when she tells me she wants me. And when she tells me she’s been waiting for this? Looking forward to it? Preparing for it? It’s even hotter.

I hear her softly talking. “If you keep kissing me like that, I’m going to want to do it again.”

“Then I’m going to keep kissing you, because I already want to do it again.”

“So do I.” I look up and see her smiling. “I want to do this all night.”

I smile back, then kiss her and roll over on my back, taking her with me. She straddles me and we kiss some more and then do it again. Usually I need more recovery time but it’s been so freaking long I have pent-up reserves.

We don’t actually do it all night, but we do set a new personal record. And I loved every damn minute of it.

CHAPTERFIFTY-SEVEN

JADE

Garret and I didn’t get much sleep last night, but sleep isn’t what we needed. Last night, we needed to be together and reconnect. We’d been apart for way too long. So long I can’t remember when we’d done it last. It had probably been weeks. And I missed him. Not just the sex, but him.

When we finally got together last night, I didn’t want it to end. So it didn’t. As soon as we finished, I craved to feel him again. He felt the same away about me. We were completely in sync; our bodies, our minds, everything. And this morning I feel like we’re back where we used to be, before everything got so out of control.

“Good morning.” I feel Garret kissing the back of my neck. “You tired?”

“I feel okay.” I flip over to face him and am met with a view of his naked body; tan, muscular, perfect in every way. “Actually, I feel great. Last night was amazing. It’s been so long I’d almost forgotten how good you are at that.”

“I won’t let that happen again.” His warm hand slides over my hip and down my leg, then back up between my legs, lightly brushing past the area that aches to feel him yet again.

I glance back at the clock. “We should’ve got up earlier. We need to get back to having our morning tradition.”

“What time is it?”

“Nine. We have to get up. But I’d like to suggest a plan for tonight.”

“I’m listening.”

“Let’s get takeout for dinner, eat out on the deck, then meet back here and do this again.”

“I like that plan.” His lips are now lightly kissing my neck as his hand moves over my breast, causing a tingling heat to run down my core.

“We should really get out of bed. If we don’t, we’ll be late for class.” I reach down and touch him. “But I can’t seem to make myself go.”

He flips me on my back and gets on top of me. “Fuck it. We can be late to class.”

We’re only five minutes late. And my professor didn’t even notice me walking in late because he was too busy trying to fix the projector which never seems to work.

This is chem 2 and normally my head hurts during the lecture because I’m always mixing up what I learned in this class with my organic chem class. But now that I don’t have organic chem anymore, everything in today’s lecture made sense.

After class I sit outside and catch up on the reading that was assigned for my psych class. I’m surprised how much I’m liking that class. I’m learning a lot about how the human brain develops and how much our thoughts and behaviors are affected by our environment from the day we’re born.

I’ve learned that basically everything my mom did while raising me was the complete opposite of what you’re supposed to do when raising a kid. Obviously, I knew this, but what I didn’t realize is that everything she did affected me in some way and made me who I am today. My fear of getting close to people, my trust issues, my constant disappointment with myself, can all be traced back to how she treated me.

Little kids spend all their time observing the world and those observations teach them to see the world a certain way and react accordingly. As a child, my world was full of fear, uncertainty, disappointment, and sadness. I learned early on that I couldn’t depend on my mom for even the most basic stuff, like food and love. I couldn’t trust her either. She lied to me all the time. And she told me I was worthless and that everything I did was wrong.

I always tell myself I’m moving past what happened during my childhood but the truth is I’m not. And I know I need to deal with that stuff. I’m not sure how I’m going to do that yet, but it’s something I want to work on.

My phone rings. It’s Harper.

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