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“Reed—” My voice is shaking. I clamp my lips together to keep quiet.
“Keep going, baby. I’ve got you. You’re so beautiful like this.”
His hands keep working me up and down on his cock, his attention shifting between my fingers on my clit, my face, the place where we’re joined. His mouth is parted, his jaw locked tight. He looks more undone than I’ve ever seen him.
“Reed!” His name is a whisper-shout as I come hard.
The orgasm tears through me and I lean forward, biting down on his shoulder to keep myself quiet. He drags me down hard onto his cock as I shatter, and his mouth finds my temple, then my cheek, then the corner of my lips. When I finally turn my face toward him, his mouth covers mine, swallowing the needy sounds that escape me.
He thrusts up into me a few more times, fast and uneven, and then tenses. Now it’s my turn to muffle his sounds as he curses and groans, the warmth of his cum flooding my pussy.
“Fuck. Liv. Fucking—fuck!”
His cock pulses several more times until he’s emptied himself entirely, and for a long moment, neither of us moves. I stay right where I am, straddling him in the quiet of the back seat as ourbodies slump together. His arms slide around my back and pull me closer against his chest.
“Thank you, baby,” he says, his voice quiet against my hair.
“For what?” I ask softly.
“All of it.” His hand strokes little lines down my spine. “For being here. For being mine.”
I lift my head. His eyes find mine in the dim light, and the way he’s looking at me sends a flutter through my chest that goes all the way down into my belly. There’s so much there. So much I can’t put into words.
“Please don’t break my heart,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
Something softens in his expression. His hand comes up to brush my hair back from my face, his thumb tracing along my cheekbone.
“I won’t,” he murmurs. “I promise.”
He pulls me down to him and kisses me again, and I close my eyes and get lost in it until
the car slows.
A moment later, the driver pulls up to the curb.
We’re home.
Chapter 37
Reed
DECLAN: Classic Eastwood. Eating your words.
COLE:I cannot believe this.
COLE: Actually—wait. I can believe this, because we literally both warned you this would happen.
ME: Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.
I sit back in my office chair in the penthouse, my feet up on the desk, my phone pings in my hand. I just told Cole and Declan about the situation between me and Olivia, and they’ve both been giving me shit for the past fifteen minutes.
Giving me shit is the guys’ favorite pastime, but this time, at least, they’ve earned it. After all, Cole does have a point—theydidboth see this coming.
DECLAN: Ok, but in all seriousness, man—congrats.
COLE: Oh, yeah, one hundred percent, we’re happy for you.
ME: Thanks guys. I appreciate that.
