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“Oh, my God!” I cried out, letting go. I let go of it all. My sanity. My exhaustion. My worries and stress. Under his mouth that stole my breath and my muffled cries, I came apart and just let go. With his dick slamming into me one more time until it jerked and flooded my womb with his hot cum, I experienced a blissful release only he seemed able to grant me.

With my childhood crush deep inside me, holding me close and letting his heart race alongside mine, I felt like I was exactly where I belonged. Where I was wanted. Where my soul could be patched together and be whole again.

16

ZACH

Blake’s hair was still wet in the morning. The long, damp strands woke me. I blinked, momentarily confused until the memories rushed back to me. I’d slept for so long, so solidly, that the sunlight streamed in through the curtains in her bedroom window.

Alarm hit me first. I slept with Blake, the one woman I’d spent so much of my life being forbidden from.

Confusion came next. I worried it was just another one of those racy, exotic wet dreams of her, wishing I could revisit the past.

Awe followed. Ihadslept with her. I felt the press of her head against my shoulder, those cooling wet strands of her raven locks. The smooth silkiness of her curvy body flush against mine and keeping me so warm and comfortable under the covers.

Holy shit.Amazement and wonder filled me that we’d actually done it.

Again.

I rested my head back against the pillows, careful not to wake her. But she stirred, roused just enough to shift back further down the bed. Holding my breath, I slid out from under her to face her. She lay on her right side, and I settled in on my left to watch her sleep.

I couldn’t believe that I’d done it. That we’d come together like that, in such a rush as though we had been foolish and suffering not to do a retake of the pleasure we'd shared years ago.

Stroking her hair back, I smiled and admired her like this. Relaxed. Peaceful. I’d only been here for a short week or so, but every time I’d spotted her, she'd seemed so tense and nervous.

Attraction could do that to a person. And she’d confirmed my theory that she was attracted to me.

This was how I wanted to see her, all those long, black waves loose and free on the pillow, not tied back so prim and proper as she worked. Her lips closed without any strain. That brow clear of worry lines.

I sighed, committing her to memory like this, feeling like a glutton to have something I shouldn’t.

If Kevin were alive, he’d want to kick my ass to the moon. Not once, but twice, I’d fallen into bed with his little sister he’d warned me away from. It wasn’t as though he’d singled me out. Blake was way too young for me to be attracted to when we were teens. He’d told me anyway, in a generaldon’t even think about my sistermanner, the same as he’d warned off all the other players on the football team. Kevin had always been overprotective of Blake, and I figured it was an offshoot of his personality because of their parents. Mrs. Myer was always sick or recovering from ailments and then cancer. Mr. Myer was a verbally abusive asshole of a drunk. Without a solid set of parents or role models, Kevin had taken on a protector role over Blake.

Is that why she’s so quiet and meek now?I wouldn’t call Blake a pushover, because I knew she could be strong when she had to be. But it made me curious whether she'd adopted a more mild-mannered outlook on life because her big brother had always been around to look out for her.

Who does that now?

Last night, I stood up to Rory for her. She didn’tneedme to. I had no doubt she would’ve slapped him or walked away if he continued to push for her attention. It simply felt too damn good to take care of her. To be her hero and her protector.

But who does that now?

My grandma was a big help. She had always considered the neighbor kids to be welcome in her home. The fact that Grandma Jenny hired Blake spoke to the strength of their friendship.

But…

I furrowed my brow, hating the thought of her being alone. Undefended. Vulnerable and stressed out.

The tiny, fleeting idea thatIcould look out for her sparked an instant streak of hope, of something a lot like excitement.

No. That’s ridiculous.

I couldn’t be so swayed from a long night of the best sex I’d had in a long,longtime that I could picture myself as being hers.

She wouldn’t want that. What happened last night was just physical. Scratching an itch. Nothing personal.

What the fuck am I thinking?

Itwaspersonal. Blake and I had been as intimate as two people could be, so dismissing it as a fling was a mistake on my part. What caught me the most was that I was still here. Cuddling with her on this late weekend morning was exactly what I wanted to do. I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be, any other person I’d want to connect with like this. After Kevin’s funeral, I left as soon as she’d fallen asleep. This time, I detested the idea of giving her up or leaving at all.

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