Page 75 of Shattered Fate

The back of my neck burns. “I thought all this time you and my brother were lovers.”

She wipes tears off her cheeks. “I hadn’t been out of Quiet Meadows for that long, and I couldn’t have, even if I had wanted to.”

The movie’s light flashes across her face.

“I loved your brother, Gage, in a way that I could. Zane’s been so good, consulting with my doctor every week, getting me off these damned drugs as quickly and as safely as possible. I’m a different person now than I was before Max died.”

“He loved you, Zarah. I hope you don’t think poorly of him for wanting to show you that. Physically, I mean.” I don’t know why I’m defending him except I know Max wouldn’t have intentionally hurt her.

“No, I know that. I just wasn’t the person I needed to be to accept it. I’m different now. Will you show me?”

My heart stops, and I try not to choke. “Show you what?”

Her cheeks turn bright pink. “This is so hard for me to ask, but I keep telling myself it’s part of my recovery, and I want to be normal. I’ve never...”

She fades off, and I wait her out.

“Sex has never felt good. I’ve never . . . come.”

Fuck.

Fucking hell.

Twenty-seven years old, and she’s never had a positive sexual experience.

“I don’t think I’m—”

“Please, Gage. I trust you.”

I blow out a breath. I’d rather be the one to do it, than her giving herself to some asshole who might not care.

She boosts herself up onto her knees and leans into me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She’s going to give me a heart attack by the time this is over.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I finally say, and I turn off the TV casting the room in almost complete darkness. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah. It helps.”

I’m sure it does. Dirty things are done in the dark...Ash taught her that. Now I need to show her the not-so-dirty side of sex.

The making love part of it.

She presses her breasts against my shoulder and my cock surges. Don’t know if he’ll see any action, but it took a lot of courage for Zarah to ask me to do this and the least I can do is respect her needs and show her a good time despite her past experiences.

“Come here.”

I drag her onto my lap and nuzzle her lips with mine. She tastes of tomato sauce and garlic and oh, yeah, I want to eat her up.

“What are you doing?”

“We need a little foreplay.”

“Stella told me about it.”

I choose to ignore that. I don’t need to picture Stella when I have a vision of my own wet dream sitting in my lap.

“Sex, making love, feels a lot better when you’re wet. Excited. When you want it. Anticipation. Foreplay.”

I kiss her again, wrapping my arms around her, and she adjusts her position, straddling me. She crushes her perky breasts against my chest.

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