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Instantly, she goes nuts on me in the best possible way. In fact, only ten seconds into my new tactic, Aubrey releases a groan that’s so fucking loud and tormented, it’s my turn to remind her about Raine across the hallway. Only this time, in earnest. Not as a tease.

When another loud moan escapes her, Aubrey squeaks and grabs a pillow, which she promptly shoves over herface. As she growls and roars into the pillow, I double down on what I’m doing between her legs, until she’s writhing and gyrating so damned much, it feels like she’s having a seizure.

As my tongue laps and lathes, I feel blissed out. Drugged. Shit-faced. Black-out drunk. Far more so than when I’ve ingested actual chemicals into my body. For months now, I’ve been craving my favorite whiskey and tequila. Itching to smoke my favorite strains of weed. Hell, during rehab, I’ve regularly had dreams about snorting mountains of coke, and that’s not even my thing. Anything I could imagine that might transport me to another dimension—one where grief, regret, and shame aren’t ravaging my soul at all times. But now, come to find out, there’s something far better than all of it. Light years better.Aubrey Fucking Capshaw.

My eyes roll back, as I revel in the sweet juices covering my lips, tongue, and beard. A second later, Aubrey digs her nails into my bare shoulders with force, arches her back, and releases an orgasm that practically vibrates against my mouth on her clit while squeezing my three fingers inside her.

I rip the pillow off her face, desperate to see Aubrey’s expression when she comes; and the “O face” she serves up doesn’t disappoint. In fact, it exceeds my wildest fantasies.

My god, Aubrey’s moonlit face as she comes is a work of art. The most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life, made extra special by the knowledge that she’s coming for me. Because of me. Because she came to me, against her better judgment. I’ve always believed drumming for thousands of adoring fans was the ultimate high. But then Aubrey came along and proved me dead wrong about that.This. This is the ultimate high.

As Aubrey’s moans subside, I turn her sweaty body onto its side and do something I’ve been wanting to do for quite some time: I bite her fucking ass cheek. Not too hard. This isn’t an assault. Just a little nibble. Enough to make her gasp in surprise and brand her ass asmineand make her giggle and sigh.

I’m feral now.

Losing my goddamned mind.

I grab a condom from the nightstand, get my aching cock wrapped up in record speed, and return to Aubrey’s naked, slack body on my bed. With a shaky exhale, I crawl on top of her, rest her calves on my shoulders, feel for my target, and burrow myself deep inside her, all the way.

As my body fills Aubrey’s, we both moan at the delectable sensation and collide in a deep, hungry kiss as I begin thrusting, in and out. I fuck her without holding back. Deep. Until my balls are flush with her body with every stroke. She feels divinely designed for my body. Created specifically for me. She’s fucking perfect.

Our bodies synch up into a grunting, frenzied rhythm; and soon, we’re both out of our heads. Setting fire to the bedsheets and to the crescent moon and shimmering lake outside my bedroom window. We’re moving as one.We’re in the zone.

I didn’t know it was possible for me to wantsomeone like this, everagain.The last time it happened, the only other time, was fifteen years ago, when I was a dumb, selfish kid. A dumbass who didn’t grasp the rarity of it. The preciousness. I assumed it’d happen, again and again, over the course of my long lifetime, as easily as snapping my fingers or calling room service. I assumed it’d be that easy again, simply because I’d been lucky enough to stumble cluelessly intotrue love, so fucking young, despite myself. But when I never felt that way again, not even close, and the years dragged on, I accepted my fate. No more love for Caleb. Never again.

But now, suddenly, here I am at thirty-five, after a lifetime of being alone and lonely, after a decade and a half of being everyone’s third wheel and plus-one, I’m finally feeling that same kind of electricity again. That same kind of magic. Only better this time. So much fucking better. Because I’m not taking it for granted.

Fifteen years ago, I carelessly threw my ex’s love away with both hands, in favor of fulfilling my stupid rockstar fantasies. I figured she’d be waiting for me, when I got back from tour. Or if not then, when I was finally ready to commit, whenever that might be.

This time, though, I’m not going to make the same mistakes.

Wait.

Shit.

So, that’s it? I’m officially falling in love with Aubrey?

Yep.

I am.

I can’t deny it.

Don’t even want to deny it.

I’m falling for her, hard. Mind, body, heart, and soul. And it feels so fucking good.

As the truth settles into my chest, I begin fucking Aubrey, even harder, with even more fervor, which then causes our mutual pleasure to spiral even higher, into the stratosphere.

I fuck her till she’s growling and gripping my shoulders. My neck. Chest. Hair. Beard.

I fuck her till a torrent of whimpers and moans poursout of her mouth, till a stream of hoarse whispers escapes mine.

I fuck her till she’s running her hands feverishly over the planes and grooves of my back, shoulders, and arms. Till she’s gripping my bare ass and digging her fingernails into me and begging me not to stop.

I fuck her till I’m on the cusp of losing it, till I’m whispering into her ear that she’s perfect and feels like heaven. I tell her I’ve waited a lifetime to feel this fucking good. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else,” I confess. And a second later, Aubrey unleashes an orgasm with my cock burrowed deep inside her, all the way, thereby hurtling me into a blissful release of my own.

As I come, I snap my hips forward, driving myself as deep inside her as I can get. So fucking deep, I’m surprised I’m not physically splitting the poor girl in two.

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