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Finally he calls out, “Aubs!”

And I explode. My vision goes black as pleasure ripples through me, stealing my breath as I moan for him.

Hard. Violent. Filling.

He stiffens, coming inside of me with a loud groan, the soft pulsating of his cock wringing me free of the last drops of my own pleasure.

I collapse, unable to hold my ass in the air a moment longer, and he falls forward on top of me. My hips twitch as he pulls himself free.

Liam rolls me over so I can face him.

He runs a hand through my hair, and I know he’s searching, ensuring I’m still okay with what just happened between us.

When I finally determine it’s safe to break the silence, I say, “Can we do that again?”

He throws his head back in laughter as he leans in to press a kiss against my lips. His forehead finds mine as we breathe one another’s air.

“But this time I want you to talk me through it.”

He pulls back, his jaw clenching, and I’m certain I feel his dick harden again. “Climb on up,” he orders, lying on his back, tucking a muscular arm under his head. “I want to watch you this time.”

Who am I to disobey orders?

CHAPTER 23

GOING, GOING, GONE

LIAM

When I wake up, I’m sure that last night was just a dream.

A very wet, hot dream.

But a dream nonetheless.

The thing about dreams—ones as good as that, at least—is that you never want to wake up. You don’t want to face reality.

But when I finally force myself to blink my eyes open, I know I’ve got to face what awaits me today—whether I like it or not.

I’m greeted by Aubrey’s room. The dark walls are a stark contrast to the light wooden beams across the ceiling, the matching warm tones covering the wooden floors and doors of the enormous cabin.

The Vaughns each own a home on their enormous ski resort, but a few years ago, the three brothers had this cabin built for their daughters. A place for them to be by themselves. Because apparently, their own enormous bedrooms in their family cabins just weren’t enough.

But whatever the Vaughns girls want—they get.

A slow smile spreads across my face as I finally realize that last night wasn’t a dream. Thank fuck for that.

Pulling my arm from where Aubrey’s head rests on it, I move across the room and reach for my briefs, cursing when I search her room and don’t find them.

Shit, I think. My bag is in the downstairs guest bedroom—and we never got our clothes from the entryway last night.

I should probably get them before any of the others notice…though it’s likely far too late for that unless they were too drunk last night to realize.

Unlikely…

I search Aubrey’s room as I silently scan for something of hers I might be able to squeeze my thick ass thighs into. I rummage through her drawers, careful not to wake her.

The only thing I find is a pair of oversized sleeping shorts that I know she loves to sleep in because they are so baggy. Pulling them out, I shove myself into them, refusing to take a look at my absurd reflection in her floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner of the room.