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Is that even possible?

I have no idea. But I’m going to damn well try.

Moving between her parted thighs, I pick up one long, lean leg and gently nip at her calf before raining kisses all over her thighs. Then I do the same to the other until I reach the vee between her legs. I gently bite her mons, and she thrusts herself against me. My tongue swipes along her cleft before tracing lazy circles around her clit.

She moans as I back away, moving instead to the delicate skin of her inner thighs. My tongue dances along her outer lips, which have plumped with arousal. I pull back and stare at her pussy.

It’s so fucking gorgeous. Pink, soft, and creamy. I could lose myself in the silky heat of her body.

“Brody, please…Stop teasing,” Natalie says with a pout.

“I’m never going to stop teasing, baby,” I mutter, glancing up at her.

And then I make slow love to her with my lips and tongue, relentlessly pushing her toward climax until she screams my name over and over.

It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Brody

Something’s up with Natalie.

She’s been acting weird for a couple of days, and when I ask her what’s wrong, she smiles and tells me everything is fine. But it’s not. Far from it.

How can I fix the problem if she won’t even admit there is one?

How much freaking sense does that make? What? Does she think I’m a mind reader?

Well, I’m not.

This is the first relationship I’ve ever been in. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m like a blind man stumbling around in the dark…

All right, maybe that doesn’t make sense, but you get the picture.

Feeling desperate, I go to the only person who might be able to offer some half-decent advice. I sure as hell can’t ask Sawyer or Cooper. Those two are the guys you hit up if you’ve got questions regarding orgy etiquette.

Because, yeah, apparently that’s a thing.

I rap my knuckles on Luke’s door before pushing it open. “Hey, you got a minute?”

He pulls a T-shirt over his head, looking like he just got out of the shower. “Sure, what’s up?”

Now that I’m here, I’m not quite sure how to delve into this conversation without sounding like a complete pussy. Shifting from one foot to the other, I scratch my chin, stalling for time.

Is it too late to back out the door and pretend this never happened?

Fuck. This is really uncomfortable. I didn’t realize I would feel like such a horse’s ass while asking a friend for relationship advice. It’s not like I have a ton of friends who know what the hell they’re doing when it comes to the opposite sex.

Okay, let me rephrase that. I have a ton of friends who know what they’re doing when it comes to the ladies. I do not, however, have a lot of friends who know what to do in girlfriend situations.

Let’s face it, my closest friends are hockey players. And most of these guys aren’t in monogamous relationships. They’d much rather play the field and hook up whenever the urge strikes them.

Been there and done that.

It’s completely understandable.

But that’s not where I am anymore. And I don’t want to fuck things up with Natalie. I like her way too much for that. So, I guess if that means I have to stand here feeling like a complete asshole, then that’s what I’m going to do.

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