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I lifted my head up as she lowered herself over me, rubbing her pussy along the length of my dick.

I lowered my hands, gripping her hips, feeling her wetness through the thin material of her pajama shorts. She sat up, trailing her hands over her breasts, down her stomach to the hem of her tank. Ever so slowly she rocked on me, while uncovering the smooth expanse of her skin.

I sat up, placing my hands over hers. “Let me.”

Her beautiful smile stretched over her face as she placed her arms over my shoulders and let me take over, sliding my hands up her ribcage, cupping her breasts before peeling the tank off her.

Her lips met mine in a languid kiss. I cupped her head, turning it for better access, delving my tongue into her mouth, until she was grinding herself on my dick and I was ready to blow again.

I slid my hand up her leg and across her hip, palming her sweet round ass, snugging her tighter against me, running my fingers along the crease of her ass, down to find her wetness. I swirled a finger through her wet folds and back up, loving the way her breath hitched.

She rocked back onto my hand and said with a gasp, “More.”

I flipped her onto her back and landed on top of her, grinning. “My turn to play.” She propped up on her elbows, watching me as I dragged her skimpy shorts down her legs, splaying her thighs wide as I crawled between them.

“Let me see you touch yourself,” I said softly, leaning into her leg, opening her wider.

Her eyes blazed with desire as she reached down and trailed one delicate finger through her folds. I gripped her inner thigh, my fingers massaging the skin at the crease of her leg. When she withdrew her fingers to circle her clit, I drove a finger into her, feeling her tighten on me.

She gasped. “Oh damn, that feels good.”

“Fucking gorgeous,” I said, mesmerized by the sight of both of our hands working to bring her pleasure.

Her hips bucked and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to taste her. I replaced my finger with my mouth and edged her hand away as I took over devouring her. Teasing her to her breaking point just as she had done me.

When she was writhing under me, I licked my way up her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts.

Finally, I sank into her in one deep push.

Her hands tugged at my hair, and she pulled my face to hers, kissing me in long, slow, drugging kisses that I matched with my thrusts.

I pulled away and met her eyes, watching her while I made love to her.

“You are everything I never knew that I needed. You are steady and sure, and you still let me be who I need to be,” she whispered.

That feeling I’d had brewing in my chest spilled over. I buried my dick in her and lost myself in her eyes. “Jordan, I love you.” I reached a hand down and ran my fingers over the small scar she had on her leg. “I love every little part of you, I think from the moment I first met you. You are my best friend. You take care of me, you see me.”

Her palm landed on my cheek, and she lifted to kiss me softly. “Nate, I love you too.”

I began thrusting again, holding her gaze, certain my whole heart shone through my eyes. I clasped her hands in mine, stretching them over her head, wanting every part of us to be joined. Her legs wrapped around my back, her feet digging into my hips, pressing me harder into her. I shifted, hitching one leg up the bed, so I could get deeper, pound harder, become one with her.

“Nate!” she cried. Her walls clenched around me.

“I know, baby, it feels so good. Just let go, come with me.”

I caught her lips with mine, releasing her hands and sliding my arms under her. Hers wrapped around my shoulders holding on tight, as I felt those first flutters of her orgasm around my dick, tightening around me, sucking me into her. The sensation so overwhelming I emptied myself into her and gave her everything I had.

Chapter 26

Jordan

“I don’t know how you guys talked me into this. I thought it would be fun. I didn’t know you were going to try to kill me,” I griped from the floor, staring up at a strange looking rack system on the ceiling of Leah and Kylie’s yoga studio. “I thought you liked me.”

Leah had invited me for a session during Nate’s party, and I was excited to try it out. The remodeled home that served as their studio was in downtown, just a few blocks off the square. Our plan was to do some yoga and then grab a beer together. Nate was on duty and I was having fun with the girls, despite the way they’d made me fold my body.

“Oh, quit your bitchin’,” Kylie said. I lolled my head to the side where Kylie and Leah were both sitting in a weird cross-legged pose that looked like their knees should be hurting.

“If I could move my arms, I’d flip you a bird right now,” I declared.

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