She laughs as she locks her ankles around my waist. “I’d have to wait until the end of my cycle to stop my pills. But we don’t have to rush into that. I kinda want to spend time with just you for a while before we have all that added responsibility.”

“I’m definitely okay with that. I plan to have my mouth between your legs for the next several months so I hope you don’t get sick of me tasting you.”

“I like how much you love to do that. Never experienced that before.”

“Because you only dated boys who didn’t know what they were doin’.”

She rolls her eyes in amusement. “I want to unlock all your kinky needs. Just because we confessed I love yous doesn’t mean I don’t want you to fuck me rough too.”

My cock hardens against her stomach. “You better watch what you say…”

She wiggles as she feels my erection.

“You’re a little temptress, aren’t ya?” I suck on her neck, then slide my tongue to her ear. “And you’re all mine. Say it.”

“I’m all yours. But let the record show that I claimed you as mine a long time ago.”

I smile in amusement, then capture her lips. “I love you.”

The next morning, Hadleigh climbing between my legs wakes me. After she brings me over the edge, I devour her pussy until she unravels, and I taste her sweet juices on my tongue. Then we shower to clean up, and I fuck her against the wall. Every second I’m with her is surreal, and I can hardly believe she’s mine. My hands and lips can’t get enough, and that’s something I never wanted before.

She’s changed everything for me, and there’s not a damn thing I’d want differently.

We finally put clothes on long enough to make food and eat. “So who do you think won the bet of us finally being together?” she asks over breakfast.

“Probably Kaitlyn or Harper,” I say. The Bishops always have an ongoing bet for when the next couple will become official.

“Oh yeah, definitely one of them. Though, I think we should get a bet goin’ for Kaitlyn and Payton. Have you seen them together?”

I laugh, thinking back to the times I’ve teased my sister about him. “Yep, though she denies it.”

“Well, of course she would.” She shrugs, taking a bite of her peanut butter toast. It’s the best thing I could make without setting her house on fire. “Though I don’t understand why. He’s a good-looking guy. I saw his tats not too long ago…and his six-pack. Kaitlyn would be a fool to pass up all that.”

I give her a lingering stare with an arched brow. “Is that so?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I hurt your masculinity by speakin’ kindly about another man?”