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“Rachel. There’s nothing you could say that would make me change my mind.”

“You and Josh… you’re really nothing alike.”

Okay. That might have done it. My balls start to shrivel up.

“Please tell me you’re not thinking about my brother right now.” I stare up at the ceiling and want to die. Just like everything else, my asshole brother ruins what could have been a beautiful moment for me and Rachel.

“Just that he was trying too hard to compensate, and you… clearly, you have nothing to compensate for. You’ve got a lot going on.”

“I can’t tell if that’s a compliment?”

“Oh, yes. A hundred times, yes.” She wraps her hand around my cock, giving me a firm stroke and twisting at the head, making me see stars. “You practically live in a locker room. You’ve seen what other guys are packing. You are—whew.”

“We don’t look,” I lie. We totally look. There are more than a few sword fights and measuring contests in the locker room.

Rach strokes me again. “I won’t be able to look you in the face anymore, not now that I know what you’re walking around with.”

Tipping her chin up, I meet her eyes. “I want you to look me in the eyes.”

“But—”

“This doesn’t change anything,” I tell her firmly. “We can still be… whatever we are. This doesn’t make things awkward or uncomfortable unless we let it.”

She swallows.

“Okay?”

She nods. “Okay. Will you fuck me now?”

With a smile, I drop a kiss to her nose before I release her. Grabbing the condom, I suit up quickly and add some lube before I move toward her. I thrust my slicked fingers inside her tightness, adding some additional wetness to make this easier for both of us.

Moving over her, I notch the head of my dick at her entrance. My every sense is heightened, my heart pounding so fast I think I might pass out.

And as I slowly thrust inside, I see heaven for the first time.

Rachel sucks in a deep breath and goes still, so I do, too. She might need time to adjust. Truthfully, I need it just as much. I’m on the edge of embarrassing myself right now. Reaching behind me, I squeeze my balls, gently pulling on my sac to distract me.

Her pussy is tight and hot and wet, clenching around me. She blows out a breath and her muscles relax enough that I don’t feel like I’m going to blow my load before this even gets started.

I draw her leg over my hip, opening her up for me. She reaches for me, wrapping her arms around me and running her hands over my back. Her mouth finds mine again, her tongue slipping into my mouth and she takes what she wants.

I’m hers. Whatever she wants, I’m hers.

Pulling back, I thrust into her tight heat, setting a steady pace. Her little mewls of pleasure send electricity through my veins, urging me on. I’ll do whatever I need to make these noises come from her lips.

Her hips cradle mine, wide and thick, the perfect place for me. I try out different angles, trying to find what she needs. Pushing her leg up onto my shoulder, I thrust deep inside of her, and Rachel lets out a long, loud moan.

“There,” she pants, her hand going to her clit.

Batting her hand away, I stroke her clit with steady, firm pressure until she breaks. Her walls start to flutter around me. Leaning down, I brush her lips with mine, a ghost of a kiss.

She cries out. Tossing her head back, the long column of her neck is exposed, and I kiss her there, too.

When she relaxes against the mattress, I lower her leg. She has a happy, blissed-out smile on her face. She reaches for me, holding me close to her as she gives me a soft, sated kiss.

My cock throbs with want. I try to stay still, try to adjust, but when she makes those delicious noises, I want to go feral.

Rachel arches her hips, squeezing around me. “You didn’t come,” she says.