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I can’t imagine Dawson opening up, though. Not to Peony, or anyone else for that matter. He strikes me as the kind of man who’d keep his feelings to himself. But all the while he does that, he doesn’t stand a chance of putting the past behind him and living in the present, or hoping for the future.

It’s a shame, really, because the nice guy is still there beneath the gruff exterior. Despite the drinking and the ever-present scowl, he’s still there. All he has to do is find himself again.

And I can help with that.

Chapter Six

Dawson

“Oh, yes, Dawson. Give me more.”

I up the pace, just slightly, my cock buried deep inside her, and she brings her legs up, wrapping them around me, pulling me in.

“Keep doing that, and you’re gonna make me come.”

“I know.”

Something doesn’t feel quite right. I’m about to lose my mind, but not only is her voice a little lower than I remember, her body’s different, too. Stevie’s breasts were quite small, but the woman beneath me, who’s urging me on, begging me to fill her, has firm, large breasts, with really hard, dark pink nipples. Her waist is narrow, and her stomach is flat and toned. Stevie didn’t look like that. Even when we first got together, she didn’t look like that. She’d always been conscious of her figure. Not that I ever did anything but admire it, but that insecurity of hers was how she convinced me she needed to join the gym… the gym that used to be owned by Mitch Bradshaw, where she met Peony’s ex.

For a second or two, my brain zones out… and images of the two of them filter in. I slow the pace, thinking about him helping her, guiding her through her training, his hands on her body, drawing her away from me.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you leaving me?”

My brain is in a muddle, two scenes overlapping…

“Take me. Please… I need you, Dawson.”

And I’m back. It’s me. Me and Stevie, and I’m giving her everything I’ve got. No matter how good she feels, though, I know something else is wrong. Her pussy is shaved. It’s stretched around my cock, her lips smooth and swollen, pink and glistening, and I can’t take my eyes off of it. Only that’s not right. Stevie tried shaving her pussy once, and nearly went insane with how itchy it was when the hairs grew back in. I told her the secret was to keep it shaved, but she decided it wasn’t worth it, in which case…

“You’re so big… give me your come… please, Dawson.”

“Not yet. It’s your turn first.”

“But I already came on your tongue… twice.”

“I know, but it’s not enough. I want more.”

I gaze down at her perfect body, leaning in to capture a hardened nipple between my teeth. She squeals and comes. Hard. She’s so damn tight, clamped around my cock, and it’s more than I can take, especially when she screams my name, and I smile down at her…

My eyes shoot open and I sit up, bathed in sweat.

That wasn’t Stevie’s face.

It was Macy’s.

And my cock is so hard, it hurts.

I push back the covers and even in the moonlight, I can see it straining, and I can’t resist. I flop back against the pillows and reach down, wrapping my hand around my shaft, closing my eyes and willing Stevie’s image to filter into my head. It doesn’t, though. The only sight I can see is the woman I was just fucking in my dreams… the one with Macy’s face, and I move my hand up and down, faster and faster, losing myself in the thought of that.

“Fuck… yeah…”

My eyes might be closed, but I’m awake and fully conscious now… thinking about her straddling me, riding my cock, taking me deep inside her, begging me for more.

“Take me, baby… take all of me.”

She does as I say, grinding her hips and reaching up to tweak her nipples, her head rocking back as I bury myself balls deep inside her.

My howl fills the room, Macy’s name forming a part of it, and I can’t take another moment. I couldn’t stop myself, even if I wanted to, and right now, I don’t. I need this. Long arcs of come spurt up over my bare chest. I’m overcome and I struggle to breathe, still whispering her name, even as my orgasm reaches its peak and then slowly ebbs and burns out, leaving me shaking.

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