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Yes.
“You’re mine, do you hear me?” I whisper.
He nods and moans.
I feel this huge sense of accomplishment as I make him tip over the edge into bliss, his face thrown back and his spunk jetting over my hand as he comes.
When he settles, I grin at him. “You’re so sexy.”
He gives me a shy smile back, then reaches down for my cock. “Let me.”
I nod and lie on my side, and he spills out some more lube. Soon enough, I’m coming by his hand. I’m lost in the bliss of it all, my body quivering and the deep relief of an orgasm washing over me.
Once I’ve come down from the high, I flop onto my back and chuckle. “We’re a mess.”
“Yeah,” he says breathlessly. “Let me fix that.”
Shelby slides off the bed and returns with warm washcloths. After we clean up, he gets back into bed, but he’s gone tentative. Biting his lip, leaving a few inches of space between us.
I’m having none of that. I haul him to me. “Come here, you.”
Shelby snuggles happily into me, his back to my front. He fits in perfectly in my arms, and he sighs.
“I liked that a lot,” I whisper.
“Me, too.”
“Do we need to talk about it? We said we would.”
“Nope. I’m good,” he says.
“Yeah. I am, too.”
CHAPTER16
Shelby
When I get to the office the next day, Alden stops by my desk and gives me a searching look. “How are you doing?” he asks carefully.
“Fine.”
He narrows his eyes.
I relent. He doesn’t even have to say anything before I start blabbing. “I had a good night last night, okay? Cam and I got closer than we were before, and now I’m scared that I like him for realsies, and that is not something that was planned, but it’s so me that of course it has to happen that way. Even if I don’t want it to.”
“Why don’t you want it to?”
“Because he’s … not really mine. I’m not even sure what we’re doing isn’t still just an experiment for him.”
Alden puts a hand on his hip. And again, he doesn’t have to say anything before I’m talking all over him.
“Okay, okay. He wasn’t acting very straight, and he says all kinds of things that make my heart go thump, but can I trust them?”
Alden gives me a look. “We talked about this.”
I sigh. “I know.”
In the heat of everything, he said I was his, which sounded like a chorus of angels singing. The only thing I’ve ever wanted was for a man to say I was his—and mean it. To want me that much. To protect me.
