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His cock rose to attention as he imagined kissing her neck, cupping her breasts, and sliding a hand over the planned cover-up and between her thighs. Her sex would be warm and wet for him—like when he’d fucked her for the first time in his studio.

And every night since. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other when they were in her apartment.

Leaning forward, he lifted his arm and rested his forehead against it. The water beat down his back as he fisted the base of his cock. Her moans from last night as she straddled his face echoed in his ears. Squeezing his shaft, he worked his hand up and down, trying to mimic the way her pussy clamped around him.

He grunted and gritted his teeth, picturing her perfectly perky and small breasts as she ground herself against him. Did she ride horses as a kid? He’d have to ask her, because she rolled her hips like no one he’d ever met before.

Each of the seven nights he’d fucked her since their first tryst in his office danced through his imagination. He panted as his chest heaved. His hand worked up and down his full length.

He couldn’t keep her.

She wasn’t his to have for the long term. In the moment, sure, but she didn’t belong to him. Carrie should be free.

How her face twisted and her cheeks flushed right before she came sprang to his mind. Her cries of passion resounded in his brain. The feel of her body quivering against his taunted him. Then he recalled the way she screamed his legal name when she came.

In her moment of ecstasy, she called out for Colt. Not Kid. His knees buckled as his heavy balls tightened. As his squeezed the rounded tip of his cock once more, his orgasm exploded from him. He gasped as ribbons of cum shot from him and mixed with the water before going down the drain.

Coming down from the high of his release, reality slapped him in the face. Kid had to cut ties with her. If he sniffed around any longer and kept banging her on the regular, he’d get attached. No one wanted that.

The time had come to move on. Once more. That’s all. A goodbye fuck. Their last experience. It was closer than he wanted it to be, but it was inevitable.

24

Carrie

Releasing a heavy sigh, Carrie scanned the costumes hanging from the wall in the pop-up Halloween store. This was her favorite holiday and her birthday. So, of course, she was born to dress up and indulge in all the spookiness that went with it.

Normally, she’d get the base of her costume here and then build it into something fantastic. She didn’t do basic. If there was ever a time to go over-the-top, this was it.

“What’s wrong?” Kelsey asked as she fingered the packaging of a flapper costume.

“Nothing is speaking to me,” Carrie admitted. “Usually, I’m overwhelmed with ideas. I look at the wall and the possibilities hit me.” She frowned as a naughty nurse costume caught her eye. “Now everything comes off cheap and unoriginal.”

“Since when is that a problem?” Kelsey teased.

Carrie glared and bumped her friend’s shoulder playfully. “Rude.”

Kelsey snorted. “No, seriously though, you’ve probably done most of this already.”

That wasn’t her problem. Also, not true. There was always another concept to be. Yet there she stood, completely stumped.

“Is Kid a dressing-up kind of guy?” Kelsey asked.

Carrie peered at her. She hadn’t asked him. Not that Kid was particularly chatty or anything normally, but as of late, they’d spoken even less than usual. Their time was spent doing… other things—things that made her body sing.

Her nipples tightened at the idea of him bending her over the small kitchen table that morning. They’d fucked on every flat surface of her apartment. Which, she supposed, wasn’t actually that big of a deal, but damn, banging Kid felt good. Her place had finally been thoroughly christened.

After months of existing as a husk of a human, she was alive again thanks to Kid and his magic dick.

Internally, she giggled at herself.

“I didn’t think Kevlar would be, but when I suggested we do a couples thing, he was all for it,” Kelsey commented, waking Carrie from her thoughts.

“Really?” That was a surprise. Carrie pursed her lips.

They were brothers. Raised together and everything. Was Kid doing a costume for the holiday a possibility? In her experience, guys were funny with that. Especially broody guys who took themselves seriously.

Though, Kid was an artistic type who loved to draw, and his chosen profession, other than criminal biker, was art. Maybe she didn’t have as good of a read on him as she believed. He’d been living with her for months and she just now realized she didn’t know all that much about him.