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Every ounce of hurt in my heart muted. The night faded so thoroughly into the background it became nothing but Nate and me, the burning sheets and shaking walls.

Sweat coated our bodies. We slid against one another, his breath hot beside my cheek.

“I’m gonna come,” he gritted out.

“Okay, okay.” I nodded, closing my eyes. “Yes. Please come.”

“On you,” he added.

“Yes. Anywhere you want.”

His movement was sudden, urgent. Pulling out, he flipped me over and knelt between my spread thighs, fisting his cock. He jerked violently, almost angrily, while he looked at me. My face, my breasts, my pussy, his eyes moving as fast as his fist. The cords in his neck popped with tension, and without warning, his head fell back as hot spurts landed on my stomach, my chest, my chin. He came and came, no ending in sight, his whole body shaking from the force of it.

I lay there, mesmerized.

The sight of Nate Wells coming unglued was spectacular.

Such a turn-on, I had to reach between my legs to touch myself, smearing his cum on my belly.

My moans brought him back to me, his chin dropping to his chest. His gaze on me had me spiraling, my hips rising and head shaking as I came. Nate clasped my waist in his hands, bringing my pussy against his thigh to rub my slick arousal into his skin like his was on me.

Both wrung out, he fell beside me, his hand on my leg. I rolled to my side, lifting my head so I could meet his eyes.

“Come here,” he said, opening his arm to me.

With a rush of relief, my head fell on his shoulder, and I koalaed myself onto him. He wrapped his arm around me, holding me so I didn’t have more than a moment’s pause about whether this was okay.

“That was really fun.” I toyed with the dark hair on his chest.

“Yeah, it was.” He drew a line through my hair with his nose. “You’re not in love with my brother, are you?”

Startled by the randomness of his question, I laughed. “No. Not any of them.”

“Good.” His head sank against his pillow. “That’s good.”

“I’m glad we got that cleared up. Though, have to say I’m curious where it came from.”

“Rumors.” His huff of a laugh blew my hair onto my face. “I’ve heard rumors.”

“Lies. You heard lies.” I had to laugh. “Adrian and I kissed once when we were thirteen, just to test it out.”

“How did that go?”

“When I’m telling you we both gagged, I’m not exaggerating.”

That got another laugh out of him. “I get it. I’d gag too if I had to kiss him.”

He really did seem to get it. Other men hadn’t, but Nate did.

Too bad this couldn’t be a thing.

It would have been kind of perfect.

Chapter Fifteen

Nate

I slept again. Not as well, or for as long, but I slept. Samantha started on her side of the bed, and I was still awake when she made her way over to me. I opened my arm to reel her in, and she’d settled with a sigh, pressing her warmth along the length of me.