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Skip is doubled over, wheezing, tears in his eyes.
“Baby,” he gasps at me. “I am framing this page.”
“So,” I say sweetly, “you don’t mind if I use the‘no sex’threat when you’re being stubborn?”
Everything stops.
Skip’s laughter dies instantly.
His smile drops.
He glares at me.
Then at Patch.
Thenback at me, eyes dark, dangerous, and way too amused.
“Oh, I think not, baby,” he says, taking one slow, predatory step toward me. “I enjoy sinking deep into the sexy ass and causing you to pass out.”
“Dude,” Foster laughs. “Way too much info, brother.”
Skip ignores him and slowly walks my way.
I know the pool is a few feet behind me…and I still can’t swim…so I immediately sidestep and duck behind the diving board like it can shield me from the predator coming my way.
Skip stalks closer, hands in his pockets like he has all day.
“If you think for one second,” he murmurs, voice dropping into that sinful growl, “that you're ever gonna withhold that sweet ass from me as punishment, there will be consequences.”
“That was Patch’s suggestion!” I squeak.
Patch winks at me. “Do not drag me into your bedroom politics.”
Skip doesn’t look away from me. He’s smiling now. That slow, wicked,I’m-going-to-ruin-you-in-a-fun-waysmile.
“So,” I say, voice cracking. “What…what type of consequences?”
He reaches me and leans in, mouth practically brushing mine, and whispers low enough that only I hear it.
“The kind where you won’t be able to walk straight for a week, pretty boy. The kind where it will take you hours to reboot and not mere minutes.”
Bones groans loudly. “For the love of my sanity, get a room!”
Well, I guess Bones heard him.
And Skip?
Skip just smirks.
Because he knows damn well he won that round.
“I love you, baby,” he whispers against my lips.
I grip the front of his cut, grounding myself in the strength of him while he peppers kisses across my mouth, my cheeks, my forehead. Each one soft. Each one careful. Each one claiming without ever needing to say the words.
“Thank you for falling into my arms,” he murmurs.
I smile, pressing my face into his chest, breathing him in as his arms come around me…warm, strong…and very much home.
“Thank you for catching me,” I whisper back.
And just like that, the world settles. The noise fades. And I know, without a single doubt, that this is where I’m meant to be.
The End
