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“Good.”
“I spent a lot of years imagining all the ways I can have you, even when I didn’t want to.”
“You always wanted to.”
“Yes. Fucking yes, I never stopped. I’ll never stop.” I’m not going to lie—there’s still resentment there, with each possessive thrust. So much resentment at her for owning me so completely, so much anger at myself for wasting so much time not having her. It’s a savage love in this moment, and I’ll own it and surrender myself to it. Now and over and over.
I kiss her shoulder, her cheekbone. She presses herself up to meet me, that beautiful round ass welcoming and taunting me and driving me wild with desire. Over a decade’s worth of lust for this woman is bursting forth. She clenches around me and sends me over the edge. Even when I’m pinning her down, she is intotal control of my cock and my life. I feel her bracing herself so I can give it all to her, and I do.
All the heat and the blinding white light and the blackness and all the stars.
Every inch and every ounce and all the fire and everything that makes meme…I give it to her.
Surrendering to this, to her, is the bravest thing I’ve ever done, and the relief is better than anything I’ve ever known.
CHAPTER 26
VIVIAN
“Ijust have to say that I’m really, really proud of you for having a perfect penis. I mean it. It’s really good. Ten out of ten, no notes. And you really know what you’re doing with it too.”
“Wow. Ten out of ten, huh?”
“You sound disappointed. I was negging you because you’re pretty. It’s actually twenty out of ten.”
“Thank you. That feels more accurate.”
“Never neg the peen, am I right?”
“Probably just don’t call it a peen, ever.”
“Okay, but full disclosure, I already texted Aubrey about your marvelous peen yesterday and we started calling it Captain Peen.” I grimace at him. Brad. Bradley. Mitch. Brad Mitchell. My best friend from high school that I’m friends with and having sex with and a lot of feelings.
The cutest smile spreads across his handsome face. “I will allow it. Because I can do this all day.” He still does an amazing Captain America impression.
“Yay. I got you to dimple-smile.”
We’re lying in bed—or on the bed, rather. Still on top of the comforter, facing each other. We are deep into the aftercourse. We’ve already passed out, cleaned up, fell asleep again, woken up again, put on our undies. I put on a real pair of panties because the V-strap thing is ridonkulous. It’s, like, ten thirty or eleven. I want him to sleep over, but I also want him to be a good cat daddy and go home to keep her company. Things are so complicated already. My biggest problem right now is that I cannot stop touching his hot, hot body.
“I also have to know how you got these V-lines.” I trace the muscles between his lower abs and his hips. “They are top notch and very hot, and I’m wondering how I can get them too.”
“Well, first of all, thank you. I prefer to call this my Adonis belt. Mine aren’t all that well defined, but I have twelve percent body fat and I have been doing consistent core work for, like, seven and a half years, three to four times a week. V-ups, hanging leg raises, Russian twists.”
“I can do Russian twists!”
“Yeah you can. More importantly, though, very disciplined eating. Defined abs are made in the kitchen.”
“Okay, never mind. I don’t want them. But I’m really glad you have them.”
“Thanks. Planks are also good—you can do those. Did you have a good session today? At the gym?”
“Oh my God, yes! I made Gwen almost laugh twice, and we spent extra time on stretching at the end.”
“No wonder you were so limber. Might have to give Gwen a raise.”
I start to stroke Captain Peen over his boxer briefs, because it’s about to be an all-hands-on-deck situation down there, but I realize Hairy Styles has just jumped onto the bed.
Which is amazing, because Hairy used to hate Brad and the only guy he ever shared a bed with before was Jeremy. And hereally didn’t like Jeremy all that much either. But he swaggers right on over to Brad, sniffing his leg, as if he recognizes him. Brad holds his breath and doesn’t move. Hairy turns around a couple of times and then curls up right between Brad’s legs and mine.
