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I’d already had sex with Colt, and now I was having sex with Scotty. I didn’t know whether I should worry about this change in my moral compass, or I should welcome it. Either way, I liked what was happening to me. Like I had come to a great awakening.

Scotty didn’t seem to have any problem with having sex in Colt’s house, knowing Colt and I only recently did the deed. Truth be told, he seemed totally cool with the whole idea. I didn’t know how that fit into our overall budding relationship… mine and Colt’s… but at the moment, I forced myself to let all those traditional thoughts go. I only wanted to enjoy this dirty moment and have it be enjoyable for Scotty as well.

As I kissed him and ran my hands over his strong shoulders, and he ran his hands… well… everywhere, I wondered if these guys had some kind of a man-pact about the women they fucked. Did they share a woman? And did I now fall into that shared category? And if I did, would I be okay with this new concept?

He pulled down my cotton panties and took a long look at my pussy, causing me to want to giggle. And when he ran his fingers between my legs and pushed two fingers deep inside me, he looked into my eyes and said, “You’re beautiful.”

I didn’t respond, but he made me feel beautiful in that moment, despite my less-than-perfect body. Having a baby wreaks havoc on a woman’s body, and unless she works at getting her muscle tone back, which I hadn’t, my tummy was still fuller than I’d like it to be. I couldn’t seem to get rid of those last five pounds.

Up until recently, I hadn’t thought of myself as a particularly bold type of woman who liked being naked with a man. For one thing, this was only the second time in almost eighteen months that I’d been with a man. I swore off men when I got pregnant, and once Darci was born, I rarely even thought of sex.

“I just want to fuck you. Is that okay?” He asked the question as if we weren’t already naked, and he didn’t already have his fingers inside me.

I grinned at him as he laid on top of me. “I think that’s been the plan since we first kissed.”

“Yes, but what I mean is, I only want to fuck you right now, slow and hard.”

He pushed up deeper inside me and kept pumping me as he spoke, pressing my clit with his thumb, giving me a wicked sensation that made my toes curl.

“Whatever you want.”

He moaned. “Okay. I want you to open your legs as wide as you can. I want to see that sweet pussy I’m touching.”

“I’m not very good at this,” I told him. “I get shy.”

“We’ll take it slow. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but you said whatever I want.” His grin looked deliciously hot. “That’s an invitation, sweet P, if there ever was one.”

“It was, and I meant it, but I’m still awkward and shy.”

I slowly opened my legs, as his hand ran up and down my inner thighs. I was so hot, I thought I might ignite the bed. Then where would we be? I couldn’t control my nerves. The combination was ripping me apart.

“That’s it, sweet P. Remember to breathe.”

My pussy belonged to Scotty now. My legs were wide open, and his grin looked even more deliciously wicked than even moments ago. He slowly ran his fingers over me, kneading each of my breasts, then rolling my nipples between his fingers, squeezing, and tugging on them, which caused me to grab his hands, so he’d continue for a while longer.

Then he slipped one hand down between my legs once again, lingering inside me, watching as he pushed in deeper and flicked my clit with his thumb.

“That’s it. You’re so wet right now, I can slip right in. Is that what you want me to do?”

I start to tell him to do whatever he wants, but I stop myself. “Yes. Fuck me deep and hard.”

He stares into my eyes, and I’m gone. “That’s what I want to hear.”

He leans back with his knees bent, rips open a condom with his teeth… where it came from, I don’t have a clue… rolls it on his long, thick dick, then slowly plunges deep inside me.

“Yes,” I finally said, when he bottomed out. I wanted to hold him, but instead, he cupped my ass and slowly pumped me, over and over again, with a slow, sinfully sexy motion. His eyelids fluttering with each slow thrust that sent me straight up to the stars. I felt as though I was teetering on the pointed edge of a great, big, silvery star, knowing damn well that at any moment, the star would vibrate, and I would plunge into a silvery abyss.

At least that was where my mind had gone, and no way in hell would I allow myself to fall until I was good and ready!

“Fuck, CindyLou, you feel so good,” he said in a voice as low as a bass guitar. I hardly recognized it.

“So do you,” I whispered, not wanting my star to rumble under me.

He repositioned himself over me, off to one side, and now his free hand ran over my body and down between my legs, until he stopped on my clit, making little circles that caused me to gather up all my mental strength not to start that rumble on my own.

“I’ve wanted to get you in bed ever since I first saw you at Mickey’s place. And here we are. My dream has come true.”

He ran a kiss down my neck, sucking as his wet lips slipped over my hot skin.