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I nod, a small moan escaping my lips. The frustration of how I haven’t been able to find any release without him all but spills out of me, and when he commands, “Show me,” I don’t hesitate.

“Spread your knees wider.”

I let them fall completely open as I slide my hand down my stomach, fingers coasting over the lips of my sex to open them, and he exhales long, low, and hungry. He skims the tip of his tongue back and forth over his mouth as I dip my middle finger inside me. I’m already wet, my body ready for him, but he stays where he is. Breathing heavy, stroking his hand up and down his erection, two-toned eyes blazing.

“That’s it,” he praises when I circle my clit. “Make yourself feel good.”

I do. I press harder, rub faster, even use my other hand to massage my breast, pinch my nipple. It’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, masturbating in front of someone, watching each other. It’s also hot.

So, so hot.

But just as I’m about to reach my climax, Austin stops me, suddenly stepping forward to wrap his hand around my wrist. He brings my fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, his nostrils flaring. Purely animalistic. The sensation of his tongue on my fingers sends a shiver down my spine, followed swiftly by liquid heat when he reaches for a condom and tears it open with his teeth.

He rolls it on and hauls me to the edge of the bed by my ankles, wasting no time when he sinks into me with one thrust. I gasp, my body arching off the bed, that aching need finally being soothed.

Sex with Austin has always been good, but after our declarations at lunch, it feels even more perfect.

He kisses words about how much he loves me into my throat. He tells me how much he missed me in between kisses to my nipples. He seals his promises to never let me go again with a bite to my shoulder.

The room fills with the sounds of our lovemaking, our panting breaths and the creak of the headboard. I can taste the salt of his skin, feel the roughness of his beard against my neck. Every sense is heightened, every touch amplified.

And when he reaches between us, fingers finding my clit, I have to close my eyes to the light sparking in the corners.

“Come for me, baby,” he rasps. “Let me feel you come around me.”

His words send me soaring, body convulsing with pleasure, and he follows soon after, eventually collapsing on top of me, though he’s careful not to crush me.

I cling to him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist, his cock still inside me, and we stay like that for a long time.

Long enough for me to imagine our future together. Warm summer days together, Austin and Noah playing together in the fall, soft reaffirming words in my ear, and long nights in bed.

My daydreams are only interrupted by a buzzing. Austin grumbles, refusing to move, and it eventually stops. Only to pick back up again.

He carefully moves, sliding out of me, and I immediately miss the heat of him, but he covers me up with the comforter before walking to the bathroom. Still, the buzzing continues. Always stopping for a few seconds before returning. In no hurry, Austin strolls back out of the bathroom, digs through one of his drawers for shorts, which he puts on, and a T-shirt that he helps me into before searching the pockets of his pants for his cell phone. “Can’t leave me alone for one goddamn second,” he mumbles then holds his phone up to his ear with a clipped, “What?”

A few seconds pass before Austin says, “Yeah, and you fucking interrupted… No, I’m not letting you talk to her. No, I— No.” He heaves a war-torn sigh then turns to me. “Yadi says hi.”

I smother a laugh. “Hi, Yadi.”

“Don’t play into him. It only makes it worse,” Austin tells me, then to Yadi on the other end of his phone call, “She doesn’t want to talk to you, and I don’t either. You wanted me to get my prince, so let me fucking enjoy my happily ever after.”

I don’t understand, but I laugh all the same, which only makes Austin glower in my direction. To Yadi, he says, “No, you’re not going to be the best man, and before you ask, you’re not going to be the flower girl or the ring bearer either. Stop asking, or you can find yourself a new best friend…”

Clearly, Yadi starts arguing because Austin lifts his finger to threaten him, even though it’s over the phone. “Yes, I will. I will find a new one. Somebody who talks a lot less and leaves me the fuck alone. Good-fucking-bye.”

He tosses his phone down, and I snort in amusement behind my hand. Austin’s eyes light. “You think it’s funny?”

I shake my head, even as I continue to laugh.

“You won’t think it’s so funny when he’s interrupting our sex with Cinderella metaphors.”

“It’s cute. He’s like your little brother.”

“Annoying-as-shit little brother.”

“I always wondered what it would be like to have a sibling.” I open my arms, a gesture for Austin to come lie down on top of me.

He does, with a kiss to my neck. “Well, you’ve got one with him now.”