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Soon, I’m on the verge of another orgasm. His thumb vigorously rubs my clit while he pounds inside me. He’s so deep; I can feel his balls slap my ass as my hands grip his shoulders.

I pull his mouth down to mine, and kiss him hard, feeling my lips bruising. He’s relentless with rubbing my nub, and I can feel the hardened bud quiver as he bites my lip.

His breath is a whisper on my lips. Then he’s sucking my bottom lip into his mouth as he pushes deep inside me again and again.

“Cole,” I pant out. My body trembles, and I ride the wave of ecstasy. My core tightens, and the feeling of fireworks igniting inside me with bursts of pleasure.

He lets go of my lip with his teeth and bends his head down, biting my neck lightly. I moan against his cheek, as he thrusts one last time and groans.

“Fuck!” Cole yells while he fills the condom until he’s shivering against me. “Damn, Amber,” he breathes out my name against my neck. He lays on top of me, holding himself up as he kisses me casually on the lips and then lightly bites my neck. “That was awesome. Maybe next time we could try it in bed. Sorry, I just had to have you right here, right now.” He chuckles before getting up and helping me to my feet.

Chapter 8

Cole

A week after the Halloween event I’m in my apartment getting ready for the football game the next day.

I haven’t seen Amber, but we have texted a few times since the weekend in the hotel. After we fucked on the floor, we made it to the bed to extend our passionate night.

We woke the next morning and went back to our normal lives. I can’t stop thinking about her though. My phone rings as it sits next to me on the couch.

With a swipe of my finger on the green button, I connect the video chat from my brother, Weston.

“Hey, man,” I greet as my baby brother appears on the screen. His dark hair is short, and he has dark green eyes. He’s the youngest of the three boys in our family, but he’s definitely not a baby anymore. Where I play professional football, both my younger brothers play pro hockey.

“Hey, bro. One sec, let me connect Bennett.” Weston blinks off the screen and then he and Bennett appear on the screen in their own separate boxes.

“What’s up, bitches?” Bennett greets in his usual chipper voice.

I smile and nod. “I’m good, A-hole.”

“What about you, Weston, you little whiny bitch?” Bennet asks him, laughing like he just told the best joke.

“I’m good, buttfuck,” Weston counters with a laugh.

We have always called each other names since we were kids. Mama’s three boys, as our mother likes to affectionately refer to us. Bennett is the only one of the three with blond hair. Both Weston and I have dark hair, like our mother. But Bennett got the blond hair, and no one has it in our family.

We often accuse him of being the mailman’s son.

“So, assholes, I need some help,” Weston ends the fun and gets serious.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I ask.

“So, last weekend I brought this chick from the club home, and the sex was so fucking amazing. Then you know me, usually I would kick her out, but I asked her to stay. However, I wake up the next morning, and she’s fucking gone. Like gone, gone, no where in the house. No number left on a piece of paper, nothing.” Weston is actually pacing the floor as he’s telling us this.

“Yeah, so, you always kick them out,” Bennett replies, chuckling. “I’m not seeing the problem.”

“I know, but I cannot get this girl out of my head. I fucking hate feeling like this; I keep thinking about her. What did I do wrong?” Weston questions.

“That’s not like you, man. You’re the king of fuck and get the fuck out,” I add.

“Yeah, I know. Just something about this girl. She was different. Beautiful, smart…” Weston pauses.

“Oh, so not your usual type, pretty and dumb,” Bennett jokes, falling back on the couch where he is seated at his house. I laugh as Bennett keeps laughing.

“Yeah yeah, I know, come on guys. What the fuck am I going to do?” Weston asks.

“Man, I don’t know. That’s a tough one,” I offer, not at all.

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