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I couldn’t even form a reply. My brain was transfixed by what Drew Katterman’s cock was doing to my body. No one had ever made love to me like this. Hell, no one had ever made love to me,period. This was what sex was meant to be. This was what Drew wrote about in all his books, what he seemed to know I was missing. Two people connected physically and emotionally, two people enjoying each other’s and their own bodies.
I moaned as his lips found my neck and his hands cupped my breasts. I didn’t worry about him seeing my pudgy ass, my jiggling tits, or my thick thighs. I focused only on the growing tension at my core, the clench of my muscles around his cock, the slow, sure stroke of him in and out of my body.
“Drew,” I panted.
“Let go, babe,” he whispered in my ear. “Let me make you feel good. Cum for me, Brick. You’re perfect and kind and beautiful and you deserve this.”
“That feels so fucking good.”
“God, yes.” He shifted his hips and I thought I’d crawl right up the wall. I don’t know if he’d found the fabled G-spot or fucking nirvana. Whatever his cock hit, my body bucked against him and a gasp tore from my throat. This was no measly tingle, there and gone again in a blink. No, this was a fucking avalanche of sensation, and Drew noted my reaction. He grabbed my hip with one hand and wrapped the other around my chest, then increased his speed, all languor gone. Long, sure strokes pushed me further into ecstasy and my muscles locked onto his cock. I arched and pushed back against him, fucking him as much as he was fucking me.
His teeth found my neck and the pinch on my skin shoved me over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. My orgasm broke in waves and dragged a cry from deep within me. I reached back and grabbed his thigh as he thrust into me, driving the waves until he, too, crested. With a low groan, he drove deep into my body one last time and came, holding our bodies together, his mouth on my skin, his breath hot and ragged.
When the tremors finally eased, we sank to the bed and Drew pulled out. He wrapped the yellow comforter around us and spooned against me, kissing my shoulder and neck and confessing against my skin.
“I’ve jerked off so many times while dreaming about doing you, but my imagination conjured a weak story compared to the real thing.”
I smiled and rolled over to meet his gaze. Trailing my fingers down his nose, over his beautiful mouth, and across his scruffy chin, I said, “You’re the first man to ever make love to me.”
He gifted me with a dazzling smile and a sweet, lingering kiss. “Glad I could show you what all the fuss is about.”
I nodded. “Oh, yes. I can learn to love sex if it’s gonna be like this every time.”
He snuggled me closer. “Sometimes it’ll be even better.”
“Mmm, nice. I think you’re gonna need a lot more condoms.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
7
SHE’S A REAL BITCH
“Gówno. What am I missing?”Aithan muttered as he considered the stairs leading up to Tristan’s front door. Everything he’d seen of Zelda said she was smart, capable, and stunning. In all the time he’d employed Tristan, the guy had been a reliable worker and an excellent group trainer. So how had their relationship gotten so screwed up that she’d kicked him to the curb with blinding speed?
He stepped from his SUV, opened the back, and pulled out the TV. “Something doesn’t make sense,” he muttered and headed up the stairs.
Tristan met him at the front door and took the TV. “Thanks for hauling all this, man. I hope Zel didn’t hassle you too much.”
“Nah, no problems at all. She carried down the boxes. Seems like a nice girl.”
“She’s not. She’s a real bitch when she’s not getting things her way. Totally insecure.” Tristan trotted down the stairs and headed for the open SUV. Aithan slowly followed. Tristan hefted three stacked boxes. “She’s an actress of sorts, so don’t let her fool you, man. She’s good at playing the perfect, put-together professional chick. But her head’s a real fucking shit show.”
Aithan pulled out the bike and followed Tristan back up the stairs. His impression of Zelda didn’t match the picture the dude was painting of her. “Honestly, she seems really cool. I’d’ve been ticked off if I only had a few minutes of warning before some strange guy showed up at my house. But your ex just rolled with it.”
“She was putting on a show for you.” Tristan dropped the boxes in the foyer and headed back down for more.
After they’d unloaded everything, Tristan shouldered his gym duffel bag and they headed to Blue Water Fitness. They drove in silence for a while. Tristan stared out the window and Aithan navigated Seattle’s traffic.
Towering construction cranes dotted the port city’s ever-growing modern skyline. Glass-and-concrete condos replaced rickety wooden houses along Aurora Avenue. Cars sped past on the narrow Aurora Bridge, crossing high above Lake Union.
As Aithan exited onto Bridge Way and slowed with traffic heading into Fremont, his curiosity got the best of him. “So, you can tell me to keep my nose out of it, but I gotta ask. What happened between you two?”
“Zel doesn’t like the truth, especially if it’s critical of her. She asked my opinion about something. I gave it, honestly. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear and she went ballistic.” He looked back at Aithan. “She’d rather I lie than give her an honest answer.” He scratched his jaw. “I’m relieved it’s over between us. I couldn’t keep up the charade anymore.”
“What charade?”
Tristan remained silent for a long moment. “That I was attracted to her.” He shrugged. “You saw her. Chubby ain’t my jam, and Zel’s body definitely needs improvement. I mean, her face is pretty enough, but the rest is ….” He shrugged again. “I only stayed because she can’t make it alone, and she gives head better than any other woman who’s ever sucked my cock.”
