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I kept moving down until I got between her legs. I watched her eyes roll down, and her breath stopped altogether. Hazel was soaking wet, my finger sliding between her folds easily.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her hands grabbing my shoulders.

“You’re soaking wet,” I growled at her, my cock painful in my pants.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for being turned on, Hazel.” I bit her inner thigh and listened as she moaned a little louder.

I slid a finger into her, feeling her tighten around it. I slid a second one in with ease and moved them slowly. Hazel was shaking at the contact, and I knew she wouldn’t last long. I wouldn’t last long before I would lose control.

I moved my thumb, finding her clit. I watched her squirm. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, and her mouth was forming a perfect O.

I rolled her nipple with my other hand, listening as she started to move her own hips onto my hand. She wanted this just as badly as I did.

I kissed her knee, wanting her to look at me. “Hazel.”

She looked up at me, that beautiful face mixed with lust and want. I loved it. I moved up and kissed her rougher this time, moving my hands quicker. Hazel moaned louder this time.

“Oh god…I’m...I’m going to come.”

“Do,” I growled. Biting onto her lower lip. I wanted her to shatter apart and forget about her nightmare. I wanted me to be the only thing that was on her mind.

I felt her tighten, her body giving away as an orgasm hit her. I felt her pulsing, and her nails digging into my arm.

She sagged back, panting as she tried to catch her breath. “Fuck that was…”

Amazing.

Chapter 12 - Hazel

To say I was embarrassed was putting it lightly after what happened last night. I was still lying in bed, unable to get myself up. I kept replaying last night over and over in my head. I couldn’t believe how hard I came and how he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

He was so comforting when he came into my room. But the moment he looked into my eyes, I found myself wanting more. I just wanted to forget.

Jesus, his hands. He knew what he was doing with them. He ran them all over my body. I’d never come that hard or that fast with a man before. They never seemed to know what they were doing, or cared long enough to want to get me off. But with Asher, he knew exactly what he was doing.

I could still smell him; his aftershave lingered in my sheets, and I knew it was wrong to bask in it. He came into my room to comfort me, and that might have been a part of it. A way to get me to calm down.

I knew that it wouldn’t happen again. I had no idea how I was even going to look at him, knowing what we did. It’s why I was still in bed at almost noon.

I groaned as I rolled over, pulling my pillow over my head. I didn’t know what to do. How the hell would I look at him after what we did last night? It changed everything.

He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving. I didn’t even get to ask him anything, let alone say anything. I had thought maybe he’d been turned on himself, but maybe that wasn’t lust I saw in his eyes during it all.

Because if he had been turned on, why hadn’t we gone further? Why hadn’t he asked if I wanted more?

I needed to shower, and maybe that would make me feel better. I threw my sheets off and headed into the bathroom across the hallway. I stripped down and froze when I noticed a bite mark on the side of my neck.

My stomach twisted up.

I looked down at my legs, seeing a few more on my inner thigh. Proof that I hadn’t made it up last night.

I stared at myself in the mirror, taking in my shape. I had come to know this was my body, and there wasn’t much I could do about it. I was just big boned, as our mother used to say. No amount of diet or exercise was going to change that.

Gabriella was the petite one with that perfect smile, while I was the big sister, even though I was younger. I had tried for years to look like her, wishing I were her size.

I tried everything you could think of, but the weight stayed. As I got older, my boobs grew in, and my ass only got bigger. I tried hard to love myself. It was difficult when everyone else around you stared like you were a freak.