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She straddles me, reaching between her legs to notch me in the right position. She slides her pussy all the way down on me and I know my life will never be the same. I’ll either need to fuck her or my hand for the rest of my life. Because no other woman will ever feel right.

She rocks back and forth, but my impatience takes hold. I grab her ass and lift her, fucking up into her.

“Oh wow. Your body is insane,” she says.

“It’s not going to take me long, Daisy. Goddamn it you feel good.”

“Take what you need,” she says. Her hands rub up my stomach onto my chest. She meets my upward thrust with a downward one of her own.

“I’m going to fucking come,” I yell.

“Do it. Give it to me.”

I unleash inside of her, and somehow that manages to set her off again, pulling the rest of my climax from me with the squeezes of her own.

Then she collapses on top of me. I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her hair, her skin, every part of her. I’m pretty sure this is as close as I’ll ever get to heaven.

chapter thirteen

Beau

I wake to the sound of my phone chiming. Then again. And again.

“Somebody wants your attention this morning,” Daisy says from next to me.

I love that she’s still naked, her voice sleepy, but amused.

I grab my phone and see it’s the group chat.

FLYNN: MOTHERFUCKER!

FLYNN: I think I was pretty fucking clear that my sister was off limits!

EVAN: Oh, shit.

ROMEO: Saw this coming from several miles away.

My heart is pounding as the messages roll in.

FLYNN: You made the town gossip rag. Hope you’re happy about that.

FLYNN:

“Oh fuck,” I murmur.

“What’s the matter?” Daisy asks.

“Your brother. He knows.”

She sits up, the sheet pooling at her waist, baring her breasts to me.

“What’s he saying?”

I angle the phone so she can see.

DANE: Remember our conversation, B. Offer still stands.

LIAM: I do not have time for y’all’s drama.