Page 5 of Can We Try?

“Do you know how to use that bat between your legs?” she taunts.

“You’re about to find out.” Pulling out, I thrust back in and repeat the process over and over. Maggie’s hands dig into my back as she tilts her head back and bites down on her bottom lip. With every thrust of my hips into hers, my orgasm builds. Her pussy squeezes me like a vise, and it’s been too long. She’s too hot, too wet, and way too fucking tight for me to be able to last. I open my mouth to tell her to touch herself, that no way do I come before she does, but she cries out my name, and her nails I’m pretty sure draw blood—her grip on my back is so intense.

However, it’s not until she opens her eyes, when they lock on mine, and I see desire, and longing in her eyes, I lose it. I grunt out my release, and when we’re both finally spent, I rest my forehead against hers.

“You still alive there, big guy?” Maggie asks.

“I’m not sure,” I tell her. I lift my head, then drop my lips to hers and kiss her slowly. It’s not until we eventually come up for air that I allow myself to leave her body. I rush to the en suite bathroom to take care of the condom. Grabbing a rag, I wet it with warm water, and help her clean up, much to her dismay.

“I just need about fifteen, and we can go again.”

“I think we should nap.” She pulls the covers up over us and snuggles into my side.

This is new for me. I don’t snuggle. I’m not a complete asshole, but I don’t have women in my bed, which makes it easy to leave theirs or the hotel or wherever we end up. I never wanted to stick around and snuggle, but this is Maggie, and there is no denying her. At least not for me.

Instead, I wrap my arm around her and take a quick nap before I ravish her twice more before she sneaks out of my bed and back to hers. My room feels empty without her, and this bed is far too big for just me, but I ignore those feelings and close my eyes, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep before we head home later today.

Chapter

One

Maggie

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Sitting on the blanket, I close my eyes and tilt my head back. Today was a hot one, but now that the sun has gone down, it’s not so bad. I brought a few blankets down to spread them out for everyone to sit on to watch the show and decided to go ahead and take a seat myself. This has become our tradition, at least according to Maddox and Forrest. Two years in a row is enough to call it a tradition, right? Fourth of July will forever be celebrated at Maddox and Brogan’s place.

It really is the best spot to watch the fireworks, not that any of us will tell them that. We like to tease them, but if I’m being honest, it’s sweet that these men want to make traditions for their kids and wives. I’m just lucky enough to be included as a friend of their wives, and I’d like to think I’m their friend as well.

“How are you feeling?” Brogan asks, taking a seat next to me on the blanket. I’m all spread out and ready for the fireworks show to start.

“Better.” I smile at her. “It must have been something I ate. I made a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich for breakfast. I guess it didn’t agree with me.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Me too. Being sick is the worst.”

“Agreed,” she says, laughing as Maddox and Lachlan head our way. My belly does a flip as Lachlan’s vibrant blue eyes lock on mine. I always thought my eyes were a rare blue, but Lachlan, his are like blue glass or marbles. They’re stunning, just like the man they belong to.

“I see how it is,” Maddox says, smiling. “You ladies wanted to score the best spot.”

“Is there really a bad spot?” Brogan asks him.

“I guess not.” Lachlan chuckles as he takes a seat next to me on my blanket. He leans his shoulder into mine. “Hey, Mags.”

My body heats just from being near him. It’s as if it can’t forget the night we shared. I know I can’t forget. In fact, it keeps me company at night, along with my battery-operated friend, but that’s information that will remain locked inside the Maggie vault, just like the passionate night we shared together.

“Hey,” I finally reply.

“Is everyone else headed out?” Brogan asks Maddox.

“Yeah, they’re wrangling the kids,” he tells his wife.

“And you two skipped out?” she teases.

“Not enough babies,” Maddox grumbles.

“I thought you were working on that, Mad?” Lachlan teases his friend.

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