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“You’re thick.” She squeezes her eyes shut, fighting a smile, and I nip at her earlobe. “We’re gonna need a bigger salt bath.”
I choke out a laugh—and line up with her entrance.
It’s tight. Goddamn it’s tight, her slick channel strangling the head of my cock as I push inside. I go slow, sweat beading along my spine, and when I’m two inches deep, I pound a fist against the dirt. “Jesus Christ.”
Josie laughs weakly, tilting up her hips.
I slide a few inches deeper, and bellow like a wounded animal.
“You okay?” I grit the question between my teeth, tendons straining on my neck. If I mess this up—if I hurt my girl—
“I’m good.” Josie scratches at my scalp, then licks a stripe up my throat. “I’m so good, Everett. Oh my god.”
It takes a hot second to find a good rhythm. To get used to the motion of flexing forward, digging deep into my girl and using muscles I never knew I had; to get past the white static crackling in my brain. But once I’ve found that rhythm, once I’ve got her bouncing and whimpering beneath me, speared on my cock, I never want to stop.
“Josie.” I bury my fingers in silky, tangled hair. “Baby. So perfect.”
She sighs out and arches against me; she rolls her hips to meet mine. And when I cram a hand between us and find the hard bud of her clit, she nearly bucks me off, she thrashes so hard.
“Shit!”
Josie comes with her teeth clamped on my shoulder. Somewhere in the back of my mind, my thoughts dazed with wonder, I hope that this shirt isn’t covered in sawdust. And I ride out the clamping of her inner muscles; the waves shuddering through her slender body. The extra wetness and her soft little squeak.
I wait until she slumps back onto the grass, and then I bury myself as deep as I can go. Finally.
“I knew it.”
My nephew’s voice turns me cold, but it’s too late. I’m coming. Too far gone to stop.
I’m rigid with horror, my pulsing cock wedged inside his ex girlfriend as I fill her up with my seed, and it goes on and on, sharp pain burrowing into my stomach.
When I force my head up, already sick with shame, Harry stares down at me like he’s never met me before. Those accusing hazel eyes are the exact same shade as my brother’s.
“Wait,” I choke out, but he bends and snatches something from the grass near Josie’s head.
“Forgot my phone,” my nephew mutters.
Then he’s gone, swallowed up by shadows.
