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I was hard again within seconds, painfully so.
I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut.I shouldn’t… But I did. I was lost in my mind with …Oh Rosie … Rosie!
My grip tightened on Ainslee’s hips as a sound like a wild animal left my lips.
Ainslee pushed back against me, burying my balls with each thrust. “Oh god, Tom! That’s amazing! Right there, right there!”
I barely heard her. All I could hear was Rosie calling my name, looking over her shoulder as she came undone.
Ainslee climaxed, her pussy clenching around my dick. I should be thinking about Ainslee, but my illicit fantasy-memory would not shift. Rosie’s body, her moans and pants, her curly hair spilling over my pillow, her fingers clutching my sheets.
Just like four years ago.
Ainslee was still calling out as I pumped into her, shouting a string of words at the top of my voice, mindless, out of control.
Hell, I had not come this hard in forever.
Because forever was four years ago.
We both collapsed in a heap, both gasping for air.
“Tom, you said it, too,” Ainslee whispered.
I blinked, not registering. “What?”
“You feel the same way I do.”
My heartbeat faster. I rapidly backpedalled in my mind about what had just happened.
Ainslee had said something … just as I was … she’d said … she’d said … ‘I love you, Tom’ as she came.
And then I … but I was thinking of … double holy fuck, then I said …
“Ainslee, I—” My voice was practically a squeak.
Guilt settled in my stomach. My body felt both hot and cold, sweat and goosebumps.
Another disastrous birthday bucket list item ticked off—professing my love for a woman I most definitely did not.
Someone knocked on my door. I’d taken up residence in the manager’s room of the shearers’ quarters. One consolation being in here was that at least this was a different bed to the one I had four years ago when Rosie and I—
“Don’t get it.” Ainslee ran her hand down my arm, and I shuddered in revulsion, not attraction. “Stay in bed. They’ll go away.”
This was all wrong.
Whoever was at my door did not go away. They knocked again, louder and more insistent.
“Tom! Get up!” Ryan, my older brother, shouted.
“Come on, birthday boy!” My best friend Pete that time.
My saviours.
I sprang out of bed, ripping off the condom and throwing it in the bin, and grabbed a pillow to cover my junk.
“So perfect for your birthday.” Ainslee’s smile grew. “Just perfect!”
“I’ll just …” My hand rested on the doorknob. I wanted to throw up but yanked the door open to see what my brother and best friend wanted.
