“Breath, pretty baby.” Waylon runs hands up my spine and into my hair. He scratches my scalp and his beard drags against my sensitive skin as he kisses my forehead, cheek, nose, chin and mouth. “Let Nash in. I know you can do it. For us.” I really don’t know if I can. But fuck, I want to try. All the preparation and training has been leading to this, hasn’t it? I can’t back out or fail now. I blow out a breath and relax against Waylon. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight against his chest….
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