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“This,” he breathed into the air between them as he finally pushed in further. She let her gaze follow his back down, locking in on the sight of their bodies becoming one. “This is mine. This is all I’ve ever wanted. You know it’s always been you.”
He pushed all the way into her then, giving her the solidness and the connection she had so desperately craved all night long. The pressure. The intensity. The claiming in his words. It was all for her.
He didn’t even have time to pull out and thrust back in before she started coming hard. She knew it wouldn’t take her long—but damn. She had never climaxed that quickly.
She watched in awe as her body pulsed and writhed around him. Wave after wave of pleasure had her moaning his name. He began to pound into her with fast, deep thrusts. Her orgasm seemed never-ending as the sight of their joined bodies inspired a second wave of pleasure to grip her from the inside. She had come so hard. He was still filling her so deep. She didn’t think she could physically handle coming again right away. But Rhett obviously believed in her.
He bent lower and kissed her, momentarily distracting her with the warm, demanding thrusts of his tongue in her mouth. It wasn’t until his thumb found her needy clit that she finally broke away and tried to claim she’d had enough.
“Rhett,” she pleaded, thrusting her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust even as she questioned whether she could handle anything more. “It’s too much.”
“You’ve got another in you, V. I feel it,” he growled as he continued to stroke demanding circles against her sweet spot. His thrusts were more frantic now, the erratic rhythm of his hips the most obvious tell that he was close. His mouth dropped open in a groan as she felt the first pulse of his climax shoot off inside her.
“Come with me, beautiful,” he commanded, pressing down on her sensitive bundle of nerves with the pad of his thumb. She toppled over the edge with him, because of him. Damn him for always giving better than he got. Damn him for knowing her and loving her so well.
Chapter fourteen
Rhett
“Comeon,you,”hedirected, placing a hand on the small of Tori’s back to guide her through the sunroom and into the house. They both moved slowly, as if they were still walking through water. Rhett was feeling the foggy pull of the Jameson combined with the post-release satisfaction he knew she had to be feeling, too.
“Mhmm, no more objections from me tonight. I like coming with you,” she murmured, glancing back over her shoulder as they made their way through the kitchen. Her cheeks were flushed from the humidity and physical exertion. Her eyes took on a lush hunter-green hue that seemed almost too vibrant to be real. She looked so beautiful and satisfied.
“I love you,” he replied.
The words he held back for so long still felt foreign on his tongue. But between all the whiskey he had consumed and the merciful reprieve from his break-neck schedule this week, he felt closer to Tori tonight than he had in ages. They were here. They were together. What else could he ask for?
“Do you want to eat and watch some TV?” she asked as they wandered through the living room.
Hell no. He finally had her alone. There wasn’t time for anything but her.
“Up,” he instructed instead of answering her question. He was feeling the alcohol even more now that they were out of the water.
“Ev,” she cautioned, pausing at the base of the stairs and turning to face him. “You should probably eat something. I had a late lunch with Jake at the end of my shift, but I bet you haven’t eaten since this morning, and you just drank a good amount.”
She knew him well. But he wasn’t interested in food right now.
“I fully plan to eat,” he conceded, leaning in closer to nip at her bottom lip. He whispered directly into her ear even though they were the only people in the house. “But I want dessert first.”
Tori shivered and gave him a knowing smile, shaking her head slightly at his diversion tactic. She knew what he meant. He knew she wanted it.
“Besides,” he added seriously, “I know how much you hate the feeling of chlorine in your hair. Let’s go upstairs.”
This time she didn’t argue. He followed behind as she took the stairs two at a time, skipping the second-to-last squeaky step at the top of the staircase. It didn’t matter that they were the only ones in the house tonight. Or that they were getting married in a week. They had been avoiding that step as they snuck in and out of his room for more than a decade. Some things would never change.
Tori had the shower started and had already disappeared into his en suite by the time he walked into his bedroom. He discarded his swim trunks on the top of her pool robe before meandering over to his bedside table where his phone was charging.
What was meant to be a quick time check stopped him in his tracks and made his alcohol-fueled veins ignite. He had not one, but two missed calls from Chandler, about twenty minutes apart. No voicemail. No texts. Just two offensive red notifications in his call log. More misplaced attempts to manipulate him. Another way for her to punish him for what he’d done.
He was getting pretty fucking tired of seeing the name Chandler Cunningham on his phone.
He should just block her number. He had considered it at least a dozen times over the last week, ever since their pointless standoff in the parking lot of Easton before his graduation ceremony. But that seemed immature, and if he was honest with himself, he felt like he didn’t have it in him to cut Chandler off completely. He wasn’t sure they would ever be to a place where they could be cordial, but their friend groups were intertwined enough that seeing her again was unavoidable. There would be weddings. Reunions. All sorts of social gatherings and get-togethers in the coming years where he stood the risk of running into her. Blocking her number now would be a shitty move he might regret. But that still didn’t mean he wanted to hear from her anytime soon.
Seeing Chandler’s name jerked him out of the mental reprieve he’d been enjoying. All the stress, anger, and overwhelm that had dissipated over the last few hours returned in waves. It was like each reminder brought with it three more spiraling thoughts, all fighting for attention in his alcohol-soaked brain.
He released a drawn-out sigh, resigning to the fact that it might be another long night. If all that Jameson and some of the hottest sex of his life wasn’t enough to sedate the anxiety coiled inside him, he didn’t stand a chance of sleeping well. Again.
Frustrated, and really too drunk to be messing around with his phone, he pivoted and stalked into the bathroom. Steam rose up as he pulled open the glass shower door. Tori eyed him and worked her bottom lip between her teeth, giving him one of those signature looks that instantly made his dick hard. He returned her gaze, narrowing his eyes and licking his lips involuntarily at the sight of her dripping wet body in his shower.
