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When I felt his skin against mine as his hardness went deeper and deeper into me, I lost track of everything but pleasure. I writhed, I groaned, I pleaded, and I orgasmed. Again and again throughout the night.
“This is a dream come true,” said Tackle when he woke and my hand was on his penis.
“I thought maybe I’d worn you out.”
“If I had more energy, you’d get a swat for saying that.”
“How did you know you, ya know, liked that?”
“Swatting your perfect ass?” He gave me two slaps to prove his point, I suppose.
“Ouch and yes.”
“Instinct. The same way you know it excites you when I put my hands on your breasts or my fingers in your hot, wet pussy. Speaking of which…” He stroked through my folds and pushed inside me.
“Did the other, uh, other people you’ve been with, like it too?”
“Are you sure you want to talk about this?”
“I absolutely don’t, but it’ll drive me crazy until we do.”
“Some liked it. Some didn’t.”
“I see.”
“I warned you.” He squeezed one of my cheeks and pressed his fingers deeper. “Now, you tell me, do you like it, Sloane?”
“You know I do,” I groaned when he curled his fingers and touched that elusive spot I hadn’t believed existed.
“Good thing you didn’t try to lie.”
“Oh my God,” I cried when he brought his mouth to my pussy and licked me.
We spent another hour in bed, and when Tackle got up, I knew he’d be leaving soon. I checked my phone for a message from my brother, but there weren’t any. Who knew when he might be back in Boston? We couldn’t risk him driving by and seeing Tackle’s car in the driveway.
“We need to tell him,” said Tackle after he’d gotten dressed. “I don’t want to hide.”
“I don’t either.” I hadn’t been hiding from Knox, at least not completely. It was Tackle and everyone else that I’d kept as far away from as possible, and it was exhausting.
“Do you think I should tell my parents first or my brother?”
He sat back down on the bed. “I think we should tell them.”
“You told your mom on your own.”
“Only because I was worried I’d fucked things up with you forever.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I’ll call you in a couple of hours, and we’ll figure out our day.”
Figure out our day? What did that mean?
Tackle laughed. “You are so transparent.”
“What do you mean?”
“I totally just freaked you out.” I could hear him laughing all the way out the front door.
He hadn’t been gone more than twenty minutes when my cell phone rang with a call from my brother.
“Hey, peanut,” he said when I answered.
