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I’m kissing her hungrily when she goes for my jeans, her small hands flipping open the fly. Immediately, I’m pulled back to reality. What the fuck am I doing? We can’t do this. Not out here. What if I hurt her? I push at her hands, pulling away, and catch my breath.

“We can’t do this,” I tell her, the pain in my voice matching the pain in my jeans. Breck ignores me, unbuckling my seatbelt, and shoves at my chest, pulling my legs onto the seat so I’m reclined against the window.

“No,” I tell her, stopping her fingers with my hand. Her face, splotchy with unshed tears, falls even further. “I want to. I do. But last time …” I remind her. With what I can only describe as determination, she takes my hand and slips it under her shirt, placing my palm over her heart. It thumps rapidly underneath my touch.

And then she tugs my jeans down.

“No dirty talk this time,” she tells me, pulling me out of my boxers, her fingertip rubbing over my swollen head. “Listenhere,” she continues, pushing my hand more flush against her chest. “Stay withme, Cade.” And then she slides off her cotton shorts, moving over me, straddling me the best she can in our cramped space. She rises on her knees, her face searching mine for any signs of distress. With one hand, she cups my cheek, her soft skin against my rough one, and with her other hand, grips me hard, lining up with her entrance.

“Be with me, Cade.Just me.”

I don’t know what finally makes me give in. Maybe it’s the determination in her eyes, or maybe it’s because I feel stronger when she’s around. Maybe it’s because I love her and I want to make her proud. Either way, I take a breath and guide her down, sheathing me inside her. The warmth is what I notice first. Then the squeezing as though something is massaging the tension from within.

It’s been five long years since I’ve been inside of a woman. And being bare … nothing compares to the feeling of her hot skin on mine. Deep within her body, my dick slides along, grazing her innermost parts. She’s perfect. So fucking perfect. My eyes are heavy and threaten to close while my head falls back to the window. Breck’s grip is firm though, and she pulls it up, coaxing me out of my head with her breathy voice. “Look at me, Cade.”

I do. I look at her with every neuron I have. I look at the moisture dotting her makeup-free forehead. I look at her lips, parted ever so slightly as she chases her ecstasy. I take in the curve of her earlobe, the tiny cupcake earring nestled within it. I watch her naturally long lashes flutter as she struggles to keep her eyes open.

And when she looks down, her hand taking my head with her, I take in the sight of us becoming one. My length disappearing into her body. Her taking all of me. Every. Broken. Piece. Profound and beautiful, I watch the girl who pushed at me, tempting and charming as she chipped away the armor of my heart right up under my nose. I watch her hand clutch mine to her chest as she comes undone, crying out, her rhythm slowing and her heart rate slowing. “Don’t be scared,” she says, still moving on top of me. “I’ve got you.”

The way she’s looking at me is like she alone has enough willpower to keep my head here. This beautiful woman is offering her silent strength. She’s fighting the demons alongside of me, and it’s with another squeeze of her hand that I know there’s no way I won’t stay in this moment with her.

This woman is my partner.

My stubborn-as-fuck woman.

The girl who has wormed her way into my heart with her sweet tone and sassy mouth.

The woman who loves me despite my sins and without judgement.

This woman. This incredible woman is a motherfucking hero.

And I am so done running from her.

With both hands, I reach up and bring her face down to mine. I kiss her hard, our teeth clashing against one another. I take her hand pressing mine to her chest, and I move it to mine, allowing her to feel my heartbeat instead. She makes a small sound that undoes me right then and there. I grasp her hips and drive into her from below, chasing my everything until it erupts out of me with a roar, doubling me over into her chest.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, our breathing erratic and fast when she manages out, “Happy Birthday, Cade.”

I kiss her hard until she has to pull back for air.

This woman is mine.

I stare, taking in Breck’s disheveled appearance. Her mouth quirks and turns rather smug. “I thought you didn’t do public sex.”

I laugh and kiss the side of her neck, revelingin the smell of apples coming from her. “I thought you got stage fright?”

She pulls back, shrugging, a naughty gleam in her eye. “Maybe I can see the appeal.”

We arrive two-and-a-half hours later than everyone else. One step into the modern lake house, and we’re greeted by all the guys with a standing ovation, led by Theo.

“It’s about fucking time. Pay up, bitches! I won,” he says to the four men behind him. He holds his hand up for a high five and I ignore him and pass by, pulling Breck behind me. I sure hope she isn’t embarrassed because if she decides to stay with me, this is a common occurrence. I’ve been guilty of teasing Theo more than once.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her, pulling her down the hall toward the back exit to the boathouse apartment where we’ll be staying. “Unfortunately, it probably won’t be the last time he says something shitty this weekend.”

Breck laughs softly. “It doesn’t bother me. It’s like you have five brothers.”

I pause, my hand on the door to the boathouse. Brothers. “Huh. I guess it kind of is.”

A sincere smile tugs at my lips as I open the door for Breck to step inside. The apartment is small with only one bedroom and one bathroom. It’s pretty much a glamorized hotel room. But at least it’s away from the guys and their incessant teasing.

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