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I line up the head of my dick with her pussy, and when I ease my way inside, it’s exactly like I remember but a thousand times wetter and hotter and tighter because this time it’s bare.
“Fuuuck.” I seat myself inside her completely at the same time she cries out, her nails biting into my shoulders. I still, willing myself to breathe so that I don’t blow my load because fuck, she feels good, and I never want it to end.
I drop my forehead to hers, and our sweat and breath mingle as we stare at each other. Her eyes are so fucking tender, my heart squeezes in this foreign, but not unwelcome way.
“I love you so fucking much.” Then I pause because I’m shocked that something so intimate just escaped my lips during sex.
Her mouth ticks up in amusement as she watches me, her gaze a mix of trust and love and so many other emotions I thought I would never share with another person.
Ever.
I was so wrong—and now I’ll never be able to live without this.
I start to move, achingly slow at first.
“Faster, boss, or I might die,” she says, groaning as I pick up my pace.
“Amen to that,” Trey mutters.
I pull all the way out and then slam back in. Her pussy grips my cock perfectly, and our bodies meld each time I thrust.
Charlie trembles, and I watch in awe as she starts to succumb to pleasure, letting go.
Our movements become more frenzied as our orgasms build, and I can feel the tingle move from the base of my spine, and my balls start to tighten.
“I’m close,” I pant. But she’s already there, crying out as her pussy clenches and pulses around my cock, sending me tumbling off the edge of bliss with her. Her body milks me dry as wave after intense wave crashes through my body, drowning me, blurring my vision. I bury my face in her neck as I hear Trey’s strangled cry in unison with Charlie’s.
We both go completely boneless, and I breathe her in—a heady mix of vanilla and sweat and sex.
After taking a moment for my blissed-out brain to return to normal, I pull my softening cock out of her. Trey is relaxed, his eyes closed, ropes of cum all over his abs and chest.
I slip into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth so I can clean them both up. Trey peeks open one eye as I wipe the mess off his skin and then I move on to my cum dripping from Charlie’s pussy. Trey slides down, resting his head on the pillow, and Charlie lays her head sleepily on his shoulder, watching me as I toss the wet washcloth into my hamper.
She gives me a lazy smile.
“Who are you, Lincoln Evans?” She grabs my hand and pulls me down on her other side. They both look content, and I fucking did that.
“Do you want to take a shower?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Too tired.”
Trey turns on his side, one arm circling Charlie’s stomach as he curls his body against hers and buries his face in her hair. I pull the comforter over all of us, lying on my back as she snuggles into my side, her cheek resting against my peck, right over my heart.
“Your heartbeat is so fast,” she whispers. “Are you okay?”
“It beats for you” is all I say, but I have no idea if she hears. Her gentle, even breath against my skin tells me she’s already asleep.
Good thing too; that was cheesy as hell.
But I smile because for the first time in a very long time, I regret nothing.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
CHARLIE
The next two weeks feel sonormaland perfect—almost too perfect, so I assume something bad is about to happen.
Our English/film project has been taking up a lot of our time. Link is organizing the logistics with the theater while I edit my screenplay for the thousandth time. We start filming the short next week, so I want to make sure I’m ready to email it to Liv and Gavin, the two film students who Link reluctantly said would “do” as actors to bring my words to life. I feel bad for them because I think Link’s going to be a brutal director—especially since my story is just as personal for him as it is for me. Trey assured me that he’d be around just to make sure Link wasn’t overbearing, but he said it with a sexy wink, which just made me fantasize about us punishing Link for bad behavior.
