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Every time I was with him like this, and many times when I wasn’t, I wanted to edge him until he was crazy for it. But right now, I had to admit to not having nearly enough patience for that.

“You’re so goddamn hot,” I said between licks and sucks. “So fucking good for me right now.”

“I can’t… can you… please just…” He groaned when I slipped spit-slick fingers inside him. “Oh god. Fuck me. F-feels so fucking good.”

I pulled back and concentrated on stretching him out. As soon as I found the right spot with my fingertips, he lit up and let out another needy cry. Fuck, it was like catnip.

“That’s it,” I murmured, moving up to kiss the skin of his abs and chest, his neck, and finally his mouth. When he tasted himself on my tongue, he made a funny sound. Like he was both disgusted and intrigued. Grossed out, but curious.

I started to pull away to grab a condom from my side of the room, but he grabbed my arms. “No, wait. More.” And pulled me back down for another kiss. And another. Until we were kissing and rutting together.

Bett McNeely made my head spin until all the thoughts scattered, like a ride I once went on with Gracie and her friends at Six Flags, centrifugal force throwing all of our bodies against the outside of the circular cage so hard, the floor could drop out without us falling.

I finally forced myself off him, stumbled across the room to dig out a condom and the little bottle of fancy lube I’d stolen off him weeks ago.

“You okay, baby?” I asked as I came back. “Still good?”

He looked so fucking sweet like that. Fucked out and hard, waiting for me to come back and give him more pleasure. His cheeks were flushed dark pink, hair dark with sweat around the edges of his hairline. Chest shiny and pits damp. Stiff, red cock jumping up from his neatly trimmed pubes next to his sexy-as-fuck tattoo.

Athletic muscles on display. Fingers twitching with the tamped-down desire to reach for me.

“Come back,” he slurred softly. “Want you.”

Fuck. This wasn’t… this wasn’t normal, how much I wanted him. It wasn’t… rational. It made zero sense. But standing there looking at him, prepped and stretched and ready to take my cock, eager to let me fuck him, I felt like I was entering the cage against my greatest opponent. One who’d either knock me full out or make me work for it and then reward me with the satisfaction of having conquered the best.

The problem was, I knew too much now. Knew Bett was a good guy. Secretly insecure and deliciously needy. Touch-starved. Lonely. Hardworking and dedicated.

He tried so hard to be a good boy, but out there, in the real world, it was never enough.

In here, for me, it was plenty. It was everything.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said as I moved back over him. My stomach tightened with nerves about admitting it out loud. “So good for me.”

His eyes widened, and his chest lifted with a drawn-in breath. “Want to be good. Want to make you feel good, too.”

“You do,” I said, leaning down to kiss him again, softly this time. Maybe too softly. “You make me feel so fucking good, Bett.”

His hands moved into my hair and held on. Even though his eyes were glassy and his pupils were blown wide with want, he still met mine. “M’ready.”

As I fumbled the condom and rolled it on with shaking hands, I started to wonder if maybe he was the only one of the two of us who actually was.

21

BETT

My entire body was zinging like I was holding a live wire. Sometimes when I was with Vaughn, it felt like I actually was.

He called me Bett.

Every time he said my name, there was another zap. Every time he complimented me, or made sure he had my consent, or stopped to take care of me, there were more zaps. Zapzapzap until I was shaking with it.

“Please,” I begged for what seemed like the thousandth time. “M’ready. Do it. Go.”

His fingers were inside me again, slicking me up and stretching me out. If he kept this up much longer, I was going to humiliate myself by coming all over my stomach before he even had a chance to get his dick inside me.

The low rumble of his laugh made my skin prickle. I fucking loved that sound. Loved hearing his happiness and pleasure. Was starting to feel like maybe I’d be willing to do anything to get it.

“Vaughn,” I begged again.