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Chapter Eight

Revel

Cece keeps calling it a one-time thing.

Which is kind of adorable, honestly.

I let her have the little speech because correcting her too soon would ruin the fun of this little game we’re playing. After the other night, I know she needs time to convince herself she’s in control. So I’ll let her ignore me for a couple days, threaten my life in the group chat as usual, maybe act like sleeping with me fixed whatever problem she thinks I am.

But we both know it didn’t.

If anything, she made it worse.

Now that she knows how good I can make her feel, all it’s going to take is one look. One second of her eyes dropping to my mouth, one bad decision after midnight, and that whole one-time rule is going straight in the fucking trash.

Where it can stay as far as I’m concerned.

Shit, I’ve jerked off thinking about her in my bed four times since that night.

Four.

And honestly, that number feels pretty fucking conservative considering how bad I want her.

I can’t stop picturing the way her hair spread across my pillow, those legs wrapped around me, and the look in her pretty brown eyes when she finally stopped pretending she didn’t want me. That shit has been stuck in my head on repeat, and apparently my right hand is working overtime because Cece wants to play hard to get after I already had her.

The worst part is remembering standing over her with that condom in my hand.

I put it on because I’m not a complete fucking asshole, but every part of me hated it. I didn’t want anything between us. I wanted to feel her raw, bury myself inside her, and fill her until she had no choice but to remember exactly who put it there.

And getting her pregnant?

That should probably scare the shit out of me.

Doesn’t.

Fuck, I like the idea way too much.

Cece with my baby growing inside her, belly swollen, still mouthy as hell and threatening to break my fingers every time I touch her. Mine in a way she couldn’t laugh off or call a one-time thing.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Just thinking about it has my cock hard while I’m standing in a garage surrounded by the guys, which is really not ideal.

That whole night has been playing in my head on repeat, and my right hand has been doing overtime because Cece decided to play hard to get after I already know exactly how badly she wants me.

Mean little thing.

Hot as fuck, though.

And completely fucking worth it.

Which is exactly why I refuse to believe that one-time bullshit. Cece can say it as many times as she wants, but sooner or later she’s going to crack, and I’ll have her right where I want her again.

Fuck, I’m already counting down.

“Revel.”

I blink and realize Talon has been talking to me.