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Mason

Davina moans and I’m fucking lost in her. All the years I’ve denied this attraction between us. I can’t keep doing it. It’s been torture. And now that I’ve tasted her, there’s no going back. She’s mine. Not Collin’s. She never belonged to him the way she belongs to me.

Her skirt is bunched about her waist as I tease her clit through her panties. Her tits spill over the cups of her bra. Her nipples are red and rosy from my mouth. It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have to not rip her panties to shreds and fuck her like a beast.

“Please,” she whispers, her body writhing. “Please fuck me.”

Jesus. Complying with her wishes, I fish a condom out of my pocket

and put it on, leaving my jeans around my knees. I’d love to fuck her bare, no barriers between us, but I won’t make assumptions about what she’s willing to do. I position the head of my dick at the slick opening of her cunt. For a split second, it crosses my mind that there’s no going back. If we fuck this up, our friendship is over. It’s a fleeting thought as I ease inside her.

She gazes up at me, her eyes hooded with desire. Lips parted. Begging to be kissed. I keep moving, in and out, unable to stop. My mouth crashes against hers and the fire between us fucking consumes me. Her hands are in my hair, teeth nipping at my lips.

Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.

The bed rocks with the ferocity of our movements. Davina’s head falls back, body arches, and she cries out. My orgasm hits me so hard I collapse forward, the two of us lying breathlessly on the bed.

I open my mouth to say something, anything, but I can’t get words to come out. What would I even say? The lines of our friendship have been obliterated.

She reaches over and grips my hand, giving it a little squeeze. She gets it. I don’t have to say a word because she gets it. Always has.

After a few minutes, I say, “Nothing between us is ever going to be the same.”

She nods, then smiles over at me. “Good.”

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Davina

Isip on my coffee, admiring the beautiful man in my bed. His tattooed torso is uncovered, the sheet draped loosely over his hips. It does nothing to hide his morning wood. There are three condom wrappers on my bedside table. I go grab them, careful not to wake him. After tossing them into the trash, I head back to the kitchen.

My body is sore in the best way. He didn’t lie when he said he was going to give me what I needed. He did that. Physically, at least. But what now? Is sex all it’s going to be? In all the time I’ve known Mason, he’s never been in a serious relationship. He was always the one breaking hearts. Will he break mine?

I sigh and take another sip of my coffee, movement at my window catching my attention. Collin! I rush to the door, flinging it open but he’s gone.

“Good morning.” Mason joins me on the porch wearing only a pair of boxers. He slips his arms around my waist and hugs me to him, kissing my neck.

“Good morning,” I mumble in response, still looking for Collin.

“I need breakfast. What do you say we go get Charlie and take him to IHOP?”

“He’s going to question why we’re together so early.”

“And we can tell him we’re getting breakfast.”

I turn around, easing away from his embrace. “That’s it?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. He’s a smart kid. He’ll figure it out on his own.” He senses my apprehension. “When we figure out what we’re doing, we can tell him. We can tell everyone. But for now, we’re just getting breakfast.”

He kisses the tip of my nose and goes back inside to get dressed. He’s right. I have a tendency of overthinking things. Like how I can’t shake the feeling that Collin saw that exchange between me and Mason. And how I can’t shake the feeling that he saw us last night.

Maybe I should be afraid of him. He’s not the same person I used to know. None of us are.

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Mason

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