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"That was the best orgasm I've ever had." My chest puffs up in pride. She opens one eye to take me in and laughs before swatting my bare chest. "But if you tell the other two, I'll deny it to mydying day."

Just as I'm getting hard again, her doorbell rings. Hannah looks up at me in a panic.

"Sarah!"

I quirk an eyebrow at her while she scrambles out of bed and grabs a robe from her bathroom.

"I totally forgot Sarah was dropping off Girl Scout cookies today!"

She rushes past me and out the room, shrugging her robe on, her footsteps on the stairs shortly after. I'm standing in her room, buck ass naked. But uneasiness sits in my stomach.

What would Rico or Matty do? They wouldn't stand here like a dirty secret. They'd wrap a towel around their waist and go down with their girl.

Grinning, I do just that.

Hannah's friend Sarah is cute. Short, with mousey brown hair in a pixie cut, and a turned-up button nose. Her eyes widen when she sees me over Hannah's shoulders. I grin wildly before throwing my free arm over Hannah's shoulders.

She tenses, and I'm worried I've misstepped, but she sighs and leans into my touch instead.

"Oh my God. Did you hire a sex worker? I follow a guy on TikTok. He's adorable. Do you do full service? What's your hourly rate?" My grin widens as she openly checks me out. "Actually, with you I'd probably only need 15 minutes. Can I get your number?"

"Sarah!" Hannah shouts, stepping in front of me as if to protect me from her overly horny friend. I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. I've never been this happy. Until she says...

"He's not a sex worker! He's my boyfriend!"

Sarah's jaw drops open and her eyes ping-pong between Hannah and myself. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back against me, dipping my head so I can kiss the crook of her neck. She leans into me as if my arms are exactly where she belongs.

"Your boyfriend?" Sarah whisper-shouts, although why she's whispering, I'm not sure.

I can feel the heat coming off of Hannah's cheeks.

Hannah gives a one-shoulder shrug. "I figure if Alan can have his mistress, why can't I have a boyfriend?"

More ping-ponging and the joy that lights my heart is something I've never felt before.

"You go girl," Sarah says on a sigh. I can't help but laugh soundlessly. "Okay. I'll let you get back to your..." Sarah says, waving a hand between Hannah and me. "But call me later!"

Hannah and I wave our goodbyes before she closes the front door.

I grin at her, dipping my head down to catch her eyes, taking in her red cheeks and sheepish smile. "I'm your B-O-Y..." I start to finger-spell the word boyfriend because I never thought it was one I'd have to learn. Her blush deepens.

"I mean. Is that okay? I know we never really talked about it...but...you're not..." I kiss her to shut up her adorable ramblings. She can call me whatever the hell she likes. She's the first and only woman to call me anything.

I continue to kiss her as I drag her back upstairs to finish what we started.

I spin her so her back's to the bed and push her down with a confidence I don't really feel.

"Are you sure you want to? We coulddo it tomorrow? Or another day?" I simply stare at her. "I just don't know if that ruined the mood?"

For someone so confident, she's so insecure about making this right for me. I grab her delicate hand in mine and press it against my quickly-hardening cock, dropping the towel.

"It's always the quiet ones..." She whispers, eyes transfixed on my crotch. I raise an eyebrow to give her a curious look.

She shakes her head. "You're huge."

Internally, I throw a fist in the air. My girl likes it.

"And uncut..."

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