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“Ye--S!!” My answer ended on a loud croak as he impaled my pussy with his cock. I shuddered as pleasure coursed through me. “Oh, fuck!”
Billy shifted his weight to his hand, gripping my right leg and put it up over his shoulder, gripping my knee. The shift in position allowed him to thrust in deeper and I could only just hang on for the ride.
I gripped his wrist with one hand, while with my free one, I moved to start rubbing my clit in circles in time with his thrusts. I could barely keep up.
Pleasure flooded my senses. I could barely breathe properly. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before. This was right. This was everything. My body was his and his was mine.
“Cider!” he groaned my name as he reached his climax. His hips moved rapidly and I followed shortly after, leaving me a panting hot mess.
Holy shit.
Chapter 7
“Here.” Billy handed me a bowl of chocolate ice cream. “It’s the perfect breakfast after being up all night.”
“Thanks.” I had a hard time concentrating on anything besides watching him walk around in just boxers. “You’re the one who kept us up all night.”
I’d seen him like this before, and I’d appreciated the eye candy, but now that it was mine? I just couldn’t seem to stop watching him.
“My eyes are up here.” He sat next to me with his own bowl, his teeth flashed in amusement as he scooped up a large bite of his ice cream.
“Such pretty eyes, too.” I batted my eyelashes at him as he laughed.
“We still need to talk.” He leaned against the headboard, his feet relaxed on the bed as he took another spoon of the cool treat.
I had my own mouthful before replying. “Honestly, I’ve loved you as my best friend for how long? Being my mate just brings us closer and I’m excited for it. Now, I know you’re not thrilled, but…”
Billy put the back of his spoon on my lips to silence me. “You’ve still got a bad habit of talking and not listening.” He raised his right brow.
I shrugged but motioned for him to continue.
“I freaked out. That’s on me. But it wasn’t because we’re mates. It’s because I never thought I’d have one. I’m thirty-five. Most goats find their mates in their early twenties. So when it snapped into existence, I freaked out.”
He set the bowl on my nightstand.
“I’m thrilled that my mate is my best friend. Am I happy that you have two more? No, but I’ll learn to deal.” His fingers ran down my cheek. “I love you and that love is going to evolve and I can’t wait for it.” His head bent and our lips met for a brief, tender kiss.
“You suck.” My face was on fire as I turned away from him to finish my ice cream.
“No, pretty sure you’re the one doing the sucking.”
I coughed, choking on the spoonful of frozen goodness until Billy banged on my back a few times.
“You’re an ass.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I narrowed my eyes at him.
His lips twisted but he didn’t say anything other than to look smug. I shook my head, grabbed our empty bowls, dropped them off in the sink, and came back to curl against his chest.
His big arms pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “We will figure this out. It may just take time. In the meantime, I’m not going anywhere.”
As I lay with him, enjoying the delightful warmth, my phone chimed. Billy handed it to me. It was a text from my brother.
Hey. You free for a run?
I blinked. It was the first time he’d voluntarily reached out to me in weeks. Billy noticed who it was when he’d given me my phone and squeezed my shoulders.
“Go for it. You need to talk to him.” His hands were warm.
Sure. See you at the spot in five minutes.
