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“Shep,” she breathed when I kissed along her jaw. “Is this real?”
I pulled back, then rolled my hips up so she felthow hard I was with my dick pressing right into her pussy. She moaned.
“This is real. It was real from the second we laid eyes on each other. Agreed?”
She laughed, and I loved that sound. “I agree. But it’s happening so fast. Too fast.”
I cupped her hip. Gave it a squeeze. “Nah, I’m a Wilder. We see the one we want to marry and never turn back.”
Yeah, it felt right. It sounded right. I had no idea why I’d been so lost for so long. Doubting something that had been true all along. That I had in me exactly what the rest of my family had. Love.
I’d had it from my entire family ever since I joined the crazy clan. I had something different now, the closeness I’d find in a life with my cherry. Just like Ma and Pops. Trig and Ellie. Colt and Molly. Bray and Katie. Lainey and Beau. Cam and Taylor. Zeb and Cammie. And someday soon, Buck and Hayes would find their women and know what all the rest of the Wilders felt like, including me.
“Just like that?”
“Just like that,” I repeated back.
“I know I took your virginity on Saturday night, but tonight, this?” I squeezed her hips again, then slidthem up to cup her tits through her heavy sweatshirt. “It’s just you and me.”
She nodded.
“Except I think you liked to be watched,” I guessed.
She blushed furiously and I picked her up, her legs instantly going around my waist as I carried her around the couch and to my bed. Our bed.
“It didn’t bother me as much as I thought,” she said as I laid her on her back and came down over her.
“I’m not sharing, but if my girl’s got a kink, I’ll take care of it.”
“I’m not going back to that auction.”
I practically growled with my fierce agreement on that one. “Maybe I’ll fuck you over the back of a car and you’ll have to come all over my dick before someone drives by and sees us.”
Her eyes flared with heat. Oh yeah, kink unlocked. “You like that idea?”
She bit her lip, then growled.
“Naughty little virgin, aren’t you?” I pushed off and sat back on my heels, my knees on either side of her thighs. “What should we do tonight, all alone?”
She pushed up onto her elbows, her long hair dangling behind her. Her dark eyes roved over my body–my plaid flannel and jeans weren’t that exciting–then met mine. “I’ve never seen you bare. I want younaked and then I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
Holy hell. I spurted pre-cum in my boxers. Her mouth wrapped around my dick? She didn’t have to tell me twice.
I popped off the bed and stripped in record time. If Cherry wanted me bare, she could have me fucking bare.
She sat up fully and watched, then took in every inch of me once I was naked. My dick stood out, curved up and brushed my navel, swiping pre-cum all over my abs.
“I haven’t seen you, either. You want my dick?” I gripped the base, stroked it from root to tip. “Gotta get naked, too.”
From her knees, she took off her baggy sweatshirt, then the layers beneath until she was bare from the waist up. Fuck, I was gonna come just seeing her tits like this for the first time.
Then she dropped back and shucked her sweats, panties, and socks.
“Fuck,” I said, my gaze roving over her perfect body. I didn’t know where to look first. Or second. Or even fucking third. She was curvy and lush. Pale and soft. And no guy’d seen or touched her but me.
Hypocritical, yeah, but I didn’t give a shit. Cherry was mine.
“Now?” she asked, eying my dick.
