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He buried his face in my neck again, and I wrapped my legs around him as I clutched him to me. One hand sifted upward, into his thick, silky hair. I grabbed a handful of it and shoved him harder against my neck.
“Do it,” I breathed.
The fingers of both my hands curled inward, as my climax exploded from deep within. I clawed his ass. Pulled hard at his hair. Screamed something primal and raw and unintelligible into his shoulder, even as he roared into mine.
“FUCKKKKK!”
I was halfway through a blinding climax when I finally felt it; his thick shaft, thrumming inside me. Warren exploded in a series of thumps and pulses, shooting his seed deep into my womb. I could feel him pumping me, filling me, making me whole. Making mehisagain, as if I were ever really not.
So good…
I wrapped myself around him, drawing him in. Taking him as far inside me as possible, while screaming into a broad, rock-hard shoulder.
My GOD that’s so good!
I spasmed around him over and over, squeezing him, milking him dry. Taking everything that he had to give me, before finally relaxing and exhaling and unhooking my feet at the ankles.
“H— Holyshit, Kayla…”
I dropped limply into the seat, letting my arms fall at my sides. Warren was kissing me all over now, nuzzling me gently. Dragging his lips everywhere along my bare skin, until they were finally pressed against mine again.
Our eyes met, all glassy and dazed. There was an unspoken understanding in them. A familiarity that was wholly comforting.
“Welcome home,” he breathed, kissing me gently.
Four
WARREN
The strangest part about making love to her was that it wasn’t strange at all. It felt amazingly natural. Like sliding into something warm and familiar and even beautiful.
In short, the perfect fit.
The first time we did it was quick and furious; an explosion of long pent-up emotions and raw sexual energy. We lay for a while afterward, neither of us saying much of anything. And then we went at it again, this time more slowly so we could enjoy every dripping second.
I marveled at Kayla’s body as she rode me cowgirl-style, brushing her hair back from her amazing breasts so I could bury my face between them. She felt silky and exquisite, wrapped tightly around me. Her nipples bounced gently against my questing lips, as I took my time kissing and licking and devouring her.
Out through the windshield, the old screen loomed over us like a wounded giant. I couldn’t count how many times we’d been here, how many movies we’d seen. How many times our young, eager hands had fumbled around in the darkness, touching and rubbing. Playing games far more subtle than the ones we were playing right now, which ended with Kayla throwing her head back and shrieking like a banshee as I erupted inside her.
Still straddling me, we held each other for what seemed like a very long time. Then we cleaned up and stretched out, with Kayla laying her head in my lap the way she traditionally loved to do.
“Soo… what about Luke?”
She asked the question carefully, making sure to avoid my gaze. Instead, she focused on playing with her nails.
“Luke’s around,” I said noncommittally. “Somewhere.”
“Still in town?”
“Uh huh.”
My hands were sifting unconsciously through her hair, as they always did. Combing it lovingly. Fanning it out, over the tops of my thighs.
“And what about Adrian?”
My thoughts drifted off to our fourth friend — the last and most radical of our tight-knit little group. Adrian had been an enigma throughout our childhood. He probably still was.
“We lost touch for a while,” I admitted. “Last I heard he was down at the coast, working odd dock jobs. Went out on a couple of commercial boats. He did some logging, too.”
