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“So put your dick in me. Fuck me already.”

“You’ll get it as soon as you come for me.”

Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and it’s a tight fucking fit but I add a third inside her, fucking her fast and hard. Playing with her clit, biting her nipple as her fingers twist in my hair.

“Brooks—Brooks—”

That final gasp cuts off. Her brows furrow, lips part, eyes go wild. First, a tiny cry, and then the next one, loud and drawn out as her head falls back. She shudders over me, around my fingers, and I fuck her through it, drawing out as many more of those cries as she can give me until she slips, sinks into the water, and slumps against me.

“So fucking pretty when you come, Siena.” I nip her lip, soaking in her dazed look. “Are you going to take more tonight or does my sweet girl need a good night’s sleep?”

Dazed eyes turn to pure fire and she reaches into the water, wrenching my fingers from her pussy.

“Shut up,” she mumbles against my mouth. She nips at my smirk, then wipes it clean off my face when she cups my dick, strokes it once before pulling it out of my shorts. I grunt when her weight comes down on me. It’s everything I fantasized about since the day I met her. Siena sits her pussy right along my straining cock and grinds. I tip back my head, clamp my teeth. My entire body throbs as something hot and sharp shoots down my spine.

This is the moment I figure it out.

When I know with absolute certainty that there’s no way—absolutely no fucking wayI’ll last a second fucking her. It’s been nothing but me and my fist for a year and a half, and I am sofucked.

She glides easily, stroking her clit along my cock as she holds her panties to the side. The notes coming out of both our mouths sound so good together, filling the outdoor silence. It’s a good thing the houses on this road are set far apart, because there’d be no hiding this from the neighbors.

My hands find her hips. “Slow down for me. You’re making me so fucking crazy.”

Her eyes shut as she keeps grinding on me. Every movement brings me dangerously close to the edge as it is. But then she starts to lengthen her strokes, all the way along my cock. Water splashes around us.

We gasp together when my tip unintentionally slips inside her. She freezes. Our gazes clash, and then she’s gone again, sitting up on her knees.

My heart dunks straight into my gut at a devastating realization: I don’t have any condoms.

I don’t have any fucking condoms.

“I’m clear. I got checked—I’m okay,” she pants, backtracking fast to the conversation that got lost in a needy shuffle.

“Me too.” I swallow hard, trying to calm my breath. “Baby, please tell me you’re on something. Otherwise, this is a terrible time to confess that I don’t keep condoms in the house.”

“No condoms, no temptation?”

“Yeah. I’m not tempted at all.” I lift an eyebrow, looking down between us. “So, tell me, Siena. Am I fucking you tonight or not?”

Chapter32Siena

I don’t even finish nodding before he’s moving.

Brooks winds an arm around my waist and stands, taking me with him and sending water splashing out of the hot tub when we crash into its other side. He sets me down on the edge and we’re frantically stripping off my soaked panties and his shorts. I toss mine overboard, but Brooks gives up on his as soon as he kicks them off. They float in the water behind him.

There’s a voice in my head begging me to be careful, protect my heart. It shouts that I’ve tried the long-distance thing, and it failed so spectacularly.

But so what?

Later. A problem for later.

“I’ve wanted this since the second I met you,” I confess as he licks up my neck. I tip my head to give him more room to play. “Since you knocked me down on that field.”

“I know, I could see it in your eyes. You were fucking me in your head before I ever said a word to you.” Brooks’s fingers reach for my pussy again, drawing soft circles over my clit as he kneels on the seatbetween my thighs. “Is this how you pictured it, Siena? Sitting on the edge of this tub, pussy full of my fingers?”

He watches me pant through it, every stroke sending a rush down my legs before he slips inside me again. His fingers are heaven, long and thick, perfect for catching a ball. Even better for dulling the ache inside me.

Dulling but not quenching.

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