“Me too.” Yet, he didn’t pick up the pace. He drove me fucking crazy. His self-discipline was pornographic to me.

Then he locked his fingers firmly around my throat, and I spiraled out of control. My eyes nearly rolled back. A forceful rush of euphoria crashed down on me. I went rigid, I clenched down, I held my breath until my lungs burned.

Somewhere in the distance, Sebastian cursed and slammed into me, and the pain didn’t even register. The silicone hugged my cock too tightly, too perfectly. And that last thrust pushed me hard enough up the bed that it drove more pleasure into me. My orgasm robbed me of my senses, and it felt like I was floating.

I didn’t know how much time had passed, only that his hand was gone from my throat when I came to. Except, I still felt him there. I felt his fingers. I heard his ragged whispers too. How much he loved me, how much he loved it when I made filthy messes for him, how much he craved my ass.

“Holy fuck,” I rasped.

“Understatement,” he said, breathing heavily. “Jesus Christ.”

Yeah, him too.

I swallowed dryly and waited for my heartbeat to calm down.

“We gotta make porn together, darlin’.”

He exhaled a laugh and kissed my neck. “No objection from me. Imagine you riding my cock while we watch ourselves on film.”

Oh God.

Thirteen

Okay. Washington was really growing on me, and I’d had too many daydreams of how my life with Sebastian could end up in this evergreen puddle. Returning to the South now—to live—wasn’t on my radar, even as a wish. Not even if Sebastian wanted it.

That said, setting foot inside the sports bar Soph had recommended filled my heart with so much love for my roots that the smile was instant. Six booths with individual flat-screens, walls literally covered in college football memorabilia from the South, except for Alabama—no Bama teams whatsoever—the smell of beer, oak, and grease in the air, bigger screens above the bar… I was in heaven.

“I’m in heaven.” I had to say it out loud too.

Perfect crowd as well. Not too packed—we’d be able to get our own booth—but definitely lively. About half the patrons wore red and black. I spotted a couple Tech fans too, the rest dressed without any team colors.

Soph entered behind me, ushering an excited Teddy in front of her, and it was easy to tell she’d been here before.

“DawgNation in the house!” she hollered.

That earned her several woofs, and Teddy yelled, “Never bark alone!”

I’d never been prouder of him.

I hugged him to me and guided him toward an empty booth. I was starving, excited as shit, and eager to share the morning with my sister and nephew. Sebastian would be an hour late, though he had a good excuse. His grandfather was gifting four trees to Soph and Dylan, and they had to be transplanted right away. Could he have waited to haul them from his pops’s apple tree nursery until tomorrow? Oh yeah. But I wasn’t gonna give him shit. He’d still be here.

Soph went to get our breakfast baskets and drinks, so I took the opportunity to ask Teddy if he’d enjoyed Thanksgiving with his daddy’s family.

“I ate so much turkey!” he exclaimed. “Then I went shopping with Dad and Gramma yesterday, and I got new shoes that were on sale.” He continued very frankly, which I found adorable. “Momma told Dad not to be a sucker and that stores raise prices before Black Friday so it feels like everything is cheap at the sale.”

I laughed.

“But then Dad called Momma a sucker too.” Teddy shrugged.

“Why did he do that? Did she buy something expensive online?” Because I happened to know Soph preferred online shopping.

He shrugged again. “I dunno. It was after they put Isabella to sleep and came out from the bedroom.”

I cringed and reckoned I didn’t need to know that.

Soph came back shortly after, and I welcomed the distraction and better images in my head. The baskets looked to die for, probably from cholesterol, and it was worth it. A hash brown patty, some toast, bacon, eggs, a pocket with a waffle, and something else.

“What’s this?” I held up a puck-sized thing that was—fuck, too hot. I dropped it and wiped my fingers on a napkin.

“That’s a slice of heaven,” Soph responded. “Picture an Egg McMuffin. Sausage, eggs, cheese—now, remove the muffin and throw the rest into a deep fryer.”

“Good Lord.” I was gonna devour that thing.

Soph smirked knowingly. “Anyway. I’ll be right back with the drinks. Breakfast beer for the grown-ups and a—”

I cleared my throat and raised a brow at her. “I believe you mean juice for yourself, sugar.”

She watched me but said nothing.

It made me switch gears. I slid out of the booth and told her to sit down. I would get the drinks—and anything else, for that matter.

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