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Grabbing a condom, I pulled his boxers down and tossed them on the floor. His cock sprang free, eager to greet me. Brooks hissed as I rolled on the condom, his hands going to the bed as he gripped the covers.

Placing my knees on either side, I lowered myself as I lined up with him. Very slowly, I sank down, feeling him stretch my walls.

Brooks cursed, a moan leaving him as I moved, and I hoped he’d be okay. I didn’t want to kill the man the first time I was with him.

“You okay?” I asked, placing my hands on his chest to balance.

He lifted his own to grasp mine, his eyes open. “So good,” he whispered, his voice husky and full of need.

Slowly, I rocked forward, moving my hips as I rode him. His hands moved to my hips, lightly tracing the silk as he held me.

“Fucking hell, Rose. I can’t believe this is real.”

“It’s very real, Cowboy.” I moved faster, picking up some speed as I adjusted to his size. His eyes rolled back, a moan leaving him.

“I never was able to dream this good,” he said, grabbing my hips and helping me grind down harder on his pelvic bone. It hit my clit just right, sending tiny tendrils through me as I rode him.

“Yes, yes,” I said, throwing my head back. My hair brushed against my back, tickling my sensitive skin.

Brooks rose up, turning us suddenly as he caged me against the bed. His hands cupped my face as he kissed me, his hips moving forward.

Drawing back, I stared into his eyes, seeing nothing but love shining back. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I moved with him as he pushed me into the bed.

Running my hands down his back, I pulled him to me, pressing his chest into my breasts. His hot breath fanned over my neck as he panted, placing soft kisses there.

Moving one hand between us, I rubbed my clit as he rocked harder, his cock hitting me deeply.

“Yes,” I murmured, my orgasm building. It was a soft rolling one that suddenly appeared, crashing through my body in small waves. It lingered, tiny sensations prickling over my skin as my muscles trembled.

Brooks stilled, a long moan leaving him as he stared into my eyes, his body shaking. Pulling him to me again, I held him as he came, his muscles tense.

When we recovered, he pulled back, staring into my eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing gently on my lips. Tears welled in my eyes at the softness of it.

“I love you, too.”

Clinging to one another, we made love a few more times between our desperate kisses before we finally passed out.

Diary #15

Dear Mom,

It’s hard to believe I’ve been here a little over a month now. Outside my first day with the creepy guy and the weird run-in with Stefan, I haven’t encountered any danger. I’m beginning to believe I fabricated it all.

There’s still no word from Maddox, and I can’t find anything about his sister. She doesn’t seem to exist. I hope that means Maddox was successful and not that his father had her removed from this world.

Dad continues to ignore my attempts to reach out. I’m leaning more toward forgiveness, but it still hurts. I lost so much that I’m not sure I can ever get it back.

Though it doesn’t feel like I’ve lost anything when I stare across the table at the three men who’ve captured my heart.

I feel so loved and cherished. Lennox is sick of my sappy letters to her, but it’s all her fault, so she has to endure it.

I know I should be worried. The future is still out there, and I have people after me.

It’s just hard to care when I’m this blissfully happy.

A few orgasms a day probably helps with that.

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