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My breath rattled when he cupped my ass and seated me in his lap, dead set against his erection. He kneaded my cheeks while pulling me into him, nudging my entrance with his thick tip, causing me to moan into his lips and pant for air when the kiss broke.

Again, the image of Matt’s desire flashed in my mind’s eye and I knew the exact feeling as I accepted all of Ryan. We sighed together, my need growing bigger and more desperate as he held me still. His hips didn’t move, but his lips did, against my neck, my jaw, my ear. My breath shortened with each maddening kiss.

“Did you enjoy watching me fuck Matt?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm.” I nodded, overcome with heat and hunger to find words.

“Did it turn you on?” he said.

The question inspired a whine from me as his girth taunted my stretched hole, and as I sought movement against him. He held me tight. “Yes,” I sobbed. “It was so hot. You’re both so hot,” I panted, my thoughts focused on the word hot as he burned through me.

“It was so fucking sexy watching him fuck you while I was in his ass.” He pulled me harder against him, and I gasped.

“Yeah, you knocked him out cold,” I breathed, licking my lips. “You mind knocking me out cold?” I asked.

He grinned at that, flashing me his white teeth, and my belly quivered. Damn, he’s so handsome. So sexy.

“I think that was the two of us,” he said, as we both eyed a sleeping Matt. “It’s you. All of you.” He tipped me backward so he could bury himself deeper. “Your smile. Your frowns.” He stroked me. “I keep telling you. Your pussy is a potion.” He shook his head as I moaned and tightened around him.

“And your dick’s the magic wand,” I panted.

He grinned at that.

“Let’s make magic together,” I moaned as he surrendered his self-control and moved within me.

Chapter 53

Ethan

With Ryan and Eric gone, the house had become more breathable, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going crazy from cabin fever. That explained why I’d been up since the ass crack of dawn, weeding out the back and front yard.

With Matt asleep in Lily’s bed, I was able to dip to the store and back with supplies before they even noticed I was gone.

I’d taken Mrs. Thornbread’s gardening book for help on what kinds of plants to get. I figured it’d be nice to have a garden to come back to, even if she didn’t start it herself. She’d still be able to tend to it. As I took seeds and potted plants from the van, I chuckled to myself. To think a couple of months ago, I’d spent the majority of my days obsessing over stocks, on vacations, on the plane, at the airport, out for dinner with my friends. The other twenty percent of my time I’d spent on actually engaging with my friends, or charities or checking in on my mom. I didn’t think I was missing anything. I was perfectly content.

Now here I was, fucking the woman I loved damn near every day, engaging in the craziest sexual experiences of my life, on caregiving duty, and fucking gardening. My life’s had taken quite the turn, but I was more than just content. The only thing that’d make me happier would be if she agreed to move in with us.

Every night I went to sleep picturing our home together, what a future with her would be like. I couldn’t wait for her to meet my mother; they had so much in common, so equally strong. No one would look at my mother now and be able to tell what her life looked like twenty-something years ago. She was a whole new woman, running her own business, making her own name for herself. I could imagine the conversations they’d have, the bond they’d create. I’d do anything for Lily, the same as I’d do for my mom, if only she’d just let me.

Lost in my thoughts and the music blasting from my earphones, I was startled when Matt came up behind me, offering me some coffee.

“Where’s Lily?” I asked.

“Still sleeping. She’s got about an hour till her alarm goes off. I can’t stand waking up to an alarm, so I thought I’d get up earlier. Make some breakfast. You want any?”

Damn, had it been two hours since I’d been out here already?

“Yeah, I’m starving actually.” I nodded.

Moments later, he came out with a plate piled high with food.

“Damn,” I muttered. “Got a lot on your mind too, huh?” I noted the slightly burnt toast, pancakes, crispy eggs, sausage, and bacon. Well, at least he tried.

“How can you tell?” he asked.

I could make a joke about knowing him better than he knew himself. Damn, I thought I might know him better than I knew my own damn self after watching Ryan fuck him. It was one thing watching your friends fuck. It was one thing even knowing two of your friends used to fuck each other. It was a whole other thing watching your friend take your other friend’s dick up his ass. I saw him in a whole new light. I respected the hell out of him because I could never.

“You don’t make breakfast,” I said instead. “You can admit it; it’s a tight squeeze.” I winced at my choice of words. “Living on top of each other like this, I mean.” Ah hell, there I went again. This time I couldn’t stop the laugh that tumbled out of me.

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