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“Don’t be so selfish with the kissing. I want to kiss your dick senseless too.”

Well, there is that.

“Be my guest.”

I swing around, climbing on top of the deep-throat god. As we sixty-nine, he shows off all his sucking skills while I lavish kisses, licks, and sucks on his fantastic shaft. But before either one of us gets too close, I ease out of his delicious mouth, let his cock fall from mine, then turn around and drag my hands down his chest. A faint sheen of sweat glistens on his muscles and I groan in admiration. “I am going to have a field day with your body. Do you know that, Owen?”

“What’s the first event?” he asks, thrusting his hips, letting me know he’s ready for anything I can give him.

“I thought I’d show you my tying skills,” I say.

I grab the blue tie, straddle his chest, lift his arms above his head, and bind his wrists together.

“Mmm. Yes. I like that,” Owen whispers as I make a tight knot.

“Remember when I said I wanted you to fuck me?”

“Yes, fucking yes,” he says as a dirty grin spreads on his gorgeous face.

I drizzle some lube onto my palm. “I pre-gamed before you came over, so I am all lubed up,” I tell him as I grip his shaft, getting him nice and slick for me. “I’m ready to ride you.”

His eyes go glossy, his jaw slack. “Get on me, River. Now,” he says, his arms pinned and tied above his head.

Slowly but surely, I lower myself onto him.

We groan.

We’re so loud it’s dangerous. Neighbors could hear.

Let them. Just let them. I’m going to ride my man’s cock into the night.

And I do.

Eyes wide open.

Desire flooding all the space between us.

And love just everywhere.

All the love—friendly love, sexual love, romantic love.

I have it all with Owen.

And like that, we come together.

27

RIVER

Grant strides into The Lazy Hammock a few nights later, eyes lasered in on me,I told you sowritten in them. Declan is by his side.

I turn to Owen at the bar in front of me, drinking a Tom Collins and chatting with TJ, who’s in San Francisco for a few days. “He’s going to gloat.”

“You think so?” Owen asks drily. “I suspect he’ll ask for a medal of commendation.”

TJ smirks, then knocks back some of his old-fashioned.

I stretch a hand across the bar, grab Owen’s and squeeze. “I’d give it to him. I’d so give it to him,” I say of Grant, even though I’m looking at the man I am smitten with.