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A roar is ripped from my throat as pleasure decimates me. My knees give out, and I barely catch myself on the back of the couch before completely collapsing on Fallon.
When I’m confident I can stand, I pull out as gently as I can before tossing the condom in the trash and kicking off my boots. Fallon still hasn’t moved, and I scoop her into my arms and walk us into the bedroom.
She nuzzles against my neck, and the flowery scent of her perfume mixed withussettles some of the bullshit in my mind.
I always just wanted the girl who was a little too quiet, a little bit nerdy, and sinfully hot in a way that I could appreciate even in my teenage years.
I hated being overlooked by her back then, like it was okay for us to be friendly in class but she couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge me in the hallways or around town.
Havin’ her in the field felt like winnin’ the Kentucky Derby, and while I knew I should have taken her out first, I thought I hadtimeto do it right.
All my life, Case and I have been labeled as the party hard playboys. After Fallon ghosted me, I didn’t make any attempt to disprove that assumption.
We’ve always let the world see what we wanted them to see—control the narrative, as my professor used to say.
Soft lips place a featherlight kiss against my throat like sheknowsI let myself get carried away again.
“Get cleaned up and then come to bed,” I say as I place a kiss of my own against her forehead and set her down in front of the bathroom.
“You’re awfully confident I can walk after that.”
“UTIs are no joke.” I pat her ass and she stares up at me with a furrowed brow.
“What? I know things.” She shakes her head, but her grin is unmistakable as she turns and closes the door behind her.
Stripping down to everything but my boxer briefs, I make my way into the kitchen to reheat the food we abandoned.
I’m halfway through dishing out the second container of vegetable lo mein when I hear Fallon come up behind me.
“Anyone ever tell you how sexy you look in the kitchen?”
“Not a lot of opportunities livin’ with my brother.”
Her nails dig into my abs as she presses her front into my back and then trails kisses up my spine.
“You’re a good man, Otto. I haven’t told you that enough.”
Swallowing, I place the spoon and container on the counter and then turn to hold her in my arms.
“I like that you think I’m amazing.”
“I’m sorry there was any doubt.”
Tangling her fingers in my hair, she pulls me down for a sweet kiss, and I’m content to just hold her body against mine.
“Nice shirt,” I murmur against her lips, and I can’t help but smile. She pulls away and looks down at the Twinscapes logo I already know is printed across the front, and damn if I don’t love seein’ her in my shirt.
“I stole it from my boyfriend.”
Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I look into her honey-colored eyes and see nothing but adoration and truth.
“I bet he’d give you the world and you wouldn’t even have to ask.”
“He already has.”
There’s no more talking after that and more than a few orgasms before we get around to devouring anything besides each other.
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