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His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a guttural groan. “Fuck, do you have any idea how good you feel? You’re gripping me so damn tight.”

He established a rhythm, rocking into me with deep strokes that slowly, impossibly I would’ve thought, had my body begin to build again. I tensed, released, and I knew that I was going to come again.

“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

He bent his head down and kissed me, shifting so that he was angled perfectly. With his tongue in my mouth and his dick buried so deep in me, I felt more connected to him than I would’ve thought I could be to another human being. Possessed by him, protected by him.

In that moment of unguarded connection, I gave him what he wanted and let go. My body spiraled through the orgasm, and the world around us fell away as my body closed around him.

Brett pumped into me, each thrust deeper and longer, penetrating me to my very core. I felt his muscles tense under my hands, his thighs quiver against mine, and I just knew that he was about to come, too.

When he did, he cried my name, and his cock twitched deep inside me. It was the single most beautiful thing I thought I’d ever experienced, seeing Brett come apart for me.

I was lingering in a post-orgasmic daze for what felt like hours after we were done. I’d honestly thought it was bullshit when people said or wrote about such things, but Brett had proven the struggle to be real. My eyes were falling closed, and Brett’s breathing evened out. Then, a voice outside made my blood freeze in my veins and my eyes pop wide open.

Brett and I sat up at the same time, but where I was so panicked it felt like I was going to choke on it, he was calm and confident.

Pointing toward the bathroom, he simply whispered, “Go. I’ll take care of him.”

He even patted my ass when I scampered over him to collect my dress and underwear from the floor before disappearing into the bathroom.

“Brett, it’s me, open up!” Mark called out again, banging on the door as loudly as my heart was thundering in my chest.

Chapter Nine

Brett

What the fuck is Mark doing here?

Searching my hazy memories from the night before, I landed on the one where the tequila had told him that I’d gotten a room at the hotel for a date. Fucking tequila.

I wasn’t nearly done with Sophia yet. I wanted to crawl into that pussy and set up camp there. Live there. Never leave there.

She looked terrified at the intrusion. Her eyes were huge, and her body trembled, alhough that could’ve still been the orgasms. Seeing her come was a thing of glory, and I absolutely intended on seeing it as often as she could take it for the rest of the weekend.

Sophia scurried out of bed, climbing over me in a rush. Her pert ass drew my attention as she did, and I couldn’t help but reach out give her light smack.

My inner caveman wanted to pull her back to the bed, get her underneath me, and fuck her until she screamed my name again.

But first, I had to deal with her date crashing brother. It made no sense that he was there. Zero. He was, though, as I was reminded when he called out again.

“Dude, what’s taking you so long?”

“I’m coming,” I yelled.

Once Sophia and her clothes were safely in the

bathroom, I crossed the bedroom, back out through the living room area of the suite, and swung the door open to glower at my best friend.

“What the fuck, Mark?”

He reeked of booze and flashed me a lopsided smile. “Hello to you, too.”

“Seriously, ddue,” I said. “What are you doing here?”

“Met Annie for a few drinks at the bar downstairs, but then she got called away on a work emergency, and I remembered you were here tonight.” Mark’s words weren’t slurred, so I knew that he wasn’t that drunk. Tipsy, at best.

Which meant that I had to be very, very careful here. Drunk Mark would’ve been easy to distract. Still kind of sober Mark, not so much.

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