“Oh . . . my God,” she says breathlessly.

“Babe, your pussy. Fuck me. It’s so good.”

She chuckles and attempts to spin around to face me. I pull out of her and help her until she’s facing me. She slides her hands up my chest and to my neck. “I can’t believe I waited so long to be with you. What is my problem?”

I laugh and kiss the tip of her nose. “Have some regrets, do you?”

“Yes, many. I know there’s something to be said about delayed gratification, but there is also stupidity. I should have been with you many years ago. Not just because of what just occurred between us, but because of everything that happened prior to that.” Her thumb drags over my cheek. “You’re so patient with me, Ryot. You never once pressured me. And despite constantly turning you away, you have never once made me doubt your intentions or your loyalty. You’re . . . you’re a good one. Thank you.”

I bend down again and press a kiss to her lips. “You don’t need to thank me, babe. Just keep giving me a chance.”

“No need for a chance,” she says. “You have me for as long as you want me.” I have a feeling that might be forever.

* * *

Ryot: Morning, babe.

Myla: Mmmmmmm . . . good morning. Why aren’t you in my bed again?

Ryot: Early morning. I didn’t want to wake you up.

Myla: I wouldn’t have minded.

Ryot: I would have. How are you feeling?

Myla: Sore. There is beard burn all over my inner thighs. I have hickeys all over my boobs, from what I can see, and I’m more than satisfied.

Ryot: Good, when you walk around today, you’ll remember who you belong to.

Myla: God, say more things like that.

Ryot: I woke up to a painted chest of your teeth marks.

Myla: Please tell me you took a picture for me.

Ryot: Only for you, a true thirst trap. [picture]

Myla: There are bruises all over you, and is that a scratch mark along your pecs?

Ryot: Sure is, and I fucking love it.

Myla: You realize we might have a problem, right? Because I felt a high last night I’ve never felt before. I believe I’ll be chasing it for the rest of my life.

Ryot: At least we’ll be chasing it together.

* * *

Myla: When is your game?

Ryot: Around six. I’m just hanging out in the locker room now.

Myla: Want a boob pic?

Ryot: Do you even have to ask?

Myla: [picture] Look what you claimed.

Ryot: Those tits, they’re mine. Fuck, they’re so beautiful.

Myla: Now your turn to send a dick pic.

Ryot: LOL! Yeah, not sure I can do that in the locker room. How about I sneak into your place later tonight, after the game?

Myla: I have a late shift, and I won’t be home until after midnight. I’m working the bar.