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One thick finger slid inside her, going deep before doing a slow drag from her clasping pussy. She gasped, let out a ragged breath when he did it again, this time with two fingers. Then he brushed them against the rosette of her ass.

She stiffened beneath his touch. In all of their recent adventurous pursuits, he’d never touched her there. She’d always been curious, wondering what it would feel like and if she would like it. She wiggled her ass, teasing him, and he smoothed his free hand over one cheek, gathering more of her cream before slathering it all over the tiny hole.

Oh God. Was he going to actually fuck her there? She didn’t know if she was ready for that, funny enough. They’d done so many crazy things yet this one act made her incredibly nervous.

“So pretty back here,” he murmured and she could tell his sole intent was on her pussy, her ass. He stroked her swollen pussy lips, rimmed her entrance with the trace of a fingertip and then played with her ass once more. “Do you want me to fuck your ass? Has that ever been a part of your fantasy?”

“I don’t know,” she answered truthfully, her eyes closing when he nudged the very tip of his finger against the sensitive puckered skin.

“Well, I’m going to fuck you
here
.” He slowly slid his cock inside her pussy, filling her to the hilt, and she moaned at his possession. “Can you feel me, Michaela?”

“Yes,” she hissed, hanging her head low. He moved within her, in and out, again and again. He held her in place, his big hands sprawled across her back, her hips, and his right thumb slipped down, played with the tiny hole of her ass. Rubbing with every thrust, it pressed a little deeper, went a little farther.

She moaned from the pressure of his thumb, the fullness of his cock. Never had she experienced anything like it, the sensitive nerves of her sphincter tingling from his touch. His cock felt incredibly full and long, taking her this way. She bounced back against him, her butt bumping against his hips, his balls brushing her pussy.

“Take me, Michaela. Open up, baby.” His thumb pressed hard, harder still. “Relax. Let me inside.”

Her muscles turned to liquid as if by his command, her entire body growing warm, limp. She felt an almost popping sensation and then his thumb was inside her, his entire fingernail embedded.

“That’s it. Ah God, Michaela.” He sounded as if he was in a sort of sexual agony and she squirmed against him, wanting more. Wanting to please him. He withdrew his thumb, his index finger replacing it and then he was in, all the way in to his knuckle. Filling both of her holes with his finger and his cock.

Low sounds of pleasure rumbled from his chest, his cock thrusting deeper though he kept his finger still. She panted, unused to such fullness, ecstasy swirling through her blood, spiraling to her clit, her pussy at the intense pressure.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered as he began to move his finger in time with his cock. His free hand smoothed over her butt, her back, making her skin tingle at his tender touch. She was so close to coming she could taste it, feel it. The tremble in her belly, the throbbing of her clit and she reached for it, strained toward it. He increased his pace, indicating he too was close.

“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock,” he urged, thrusting deep, so deep she cried out, her orgasm slamming into her she swore because of his words, his commanding tone. Stars burst behind her lids, like some sort of orgasmic fireworks show was going on inside her head, and her entire body was consumed, shaking, exhausted.

He murmured her name, the sound quiet, vibrating along her nerve endings and then he stilled, spilling himself into the condom. His body shuddered, his groans low, his finger rimming her ass and then he slumped over her, his chest heaving with exertion, his breathing ragged.

She collapsed on the bed, her body spent, her ass still tingling from the new invasion. He withdrew from her, lay beside her for a moment and she heard him get up, most likely disposing of the condom. She rolled over on her side, too worn out to say a word, let alone open her eyes.

“Move over so we can get under the covers,” he urged and she squirmed up onto the pillows, blindly helping him tug back the comforter and sheet until they both could crawl beneath them.

He joined her in the bed, hauled her close. Snuggling against his hot, hard body, she pressed her lips against his chest, her hand resting possessively on his lower stomach, just above his cock.

Mine
, she thought drowsily, her mind drifting. This beautiful man was all hers. A gift and how she deserved him, she had no clue.

She couldn’t question it, didn’t want to. Only wanted to savor it, savor him.

For who knew when it all might end.

Chapter Thirteen

Michaela woke up to Austin hovering above her, his mouth on her neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin just below her ear. She smiled, wrapped her arms around him and held him close, glancing at the clock on the nightstand to see it was only two in the morning.

“Can’t resist me?” she teased, her hands sliding up his back, down to rest against his tight ass.

“I can never resist you.” He lifted his head, took her mouth in a hungry kiss. His lips insistent, his tongue tangling with hers, and she returned his kiss, her own hunger blooming in her belly, in her entire body.

His cock nudged against her, hard and heavy and damp, leaving a streak of pre-come across her stomach. She reached between them, grasping her fingers around his thick length, and he groaned, thrust into her hand when she stroked him.

“I want you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, quivering even. “All the damn time.”

Her brows furrowed. He sounded…concerned. As if he couldn’t quite believe he wanted her that much. She understood, she could relate. Whatever was happening between them was mind boggling, almost too much and it was reassuring to know she wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

“I want you, too,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.

He withdrew from her touch, his hand grasping hers. He took both of her hands, hauled them above her head, pinning her there, and her eyes flew open to find him staring down at her, his hair hanging over his forehead, his expression wondrous and so, so beautiful.

She loved the way he looked at her, baffled and aroused and intent. The way he restrained her, his fingers curled around hers in a tender clasp. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her nipples rubbing against the crisp curling hairs there, and she brushed against him, the sensation making her sigh with pleasure.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. His cock nudged against her entry, persistent in its quest. “All mine.”

“Yes,” she agreed, shuddering when he stroked the inside of her wrists with his thumbs.

And then he entered her, flesh upon flesh, heat upon heat. She stilled, as did he, their gazes holding for a heartbeat, then two, then five.

“Condom,” she whispered.

“Fuck.” He sunk deeper, the pure pleasure on his face arousing her even more. “You feel good, just like this.”

“Austin.” She squeezed his fingers with hers. “A condom. Please.”

“I’ve always used a condom. With every single person I’ve been with, I swear.” He withdrew nearly all the way before plunging deep inside her once more. She groaned. He did feel damn good. “I’m safe. I’ve been tested recently.”

“I’m on the pill,” she confessed. She got back on them when she was with Preston and had never stopped. She’d been scared out of her wits she might get pregnant. She’d even made him use a condom along with those pills.

She wasn’t about to take
that
chance.

But she was willing to take this chance with Austin?

He buried his face against her neck, his breath hot against her skin. “I would never risk your safety, Michaela. You’re everything to me. I would do anything for you.”

“Anything?” His husky words touched her deep, deeper than anything she’d ever heard before, and she was surprised at the shock of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her.

“Anything.” He thrust again, the base of his cock nudging against her clit, and she bit her lower lip. She wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring herself to him. “You belong to me.”

She did. She was his and no one else’s. Though his words confused her, made her wonder if he would admit more, she couldn’t deny the truth.

He owned her body, he owned her mind and he owned her soul. They were perfect together. It would be stupid, useless to deny it.

“I want to please you, Austin.” She wished she could touch him, but he held her hands above her head. His hips circled, his cock slid in and out of her and her legs clung to him, her body ripe and edgy, needing him. “Tell me how.”

“Let me come inside you.” He thrust, deeper into her body, deeper into her heart and she couldn’t resist, didn’t want to resist.

He reared up, released one of her hands so he could touch her face, his fingers gentle. He stroked her cheek, stroked across her lips and she sucked his finger into her mouth, twirling her tongue around him.

“Come with me, Michaela,” he urged, and he withdrew his hand from her mouth, slid it between their connected bodies to brush against her clit.

Austin increased his pace, his cock pounding inside her, again and again and again. She moved with him, strained toward her orgasm much as he strained toward his. His fingers worked her clit, his cock worked her pussy and then he exploded, his semen gushing inside her, filling her, triggering her own shattering orgasm.

And when he held her close, her cheek pressed against his chest, his racing heart made her mind race as well. Over what he said, how he consumed her, possessed her, told her she was his.

Was she? Was she really? Could they take what they shared and turn it into an actual relationship? Did he want to?

She was too afraid to ask.

 “I can’t believe you’re even asking me this.” Brad shook his head, the look on his face almost comical. Austin would’ve laughed if he’d found this situation even remotely funny.

But he didn’t.

“It’s what she wants.” Austin shrugged. “I want to give her what she wants.”

“Hey, that’s great but me, you and her? That’s what she wants? Really?”

“Really.”

It was a Saturday afternoon and Austin had called Brad earlier, asking him to come over with virtually no explanation. Knowing that Brad would balk once he found out the real reason for his visit.

“Where is she?”

“Down at the pool.” It was hot, late August always was, and she was hanging out at the complex pool, soaking up the sun and reading a book.

She’d been acting odd lately. Not totally withdrawn from him like in the past but she was quiet, subdued. They spent every night together, even when he worked late but she was holding back, he could tell. A piece of herself she wouldn’t give up no matter how hard he tried to find it.

And he’d been trying damn hard.

It had been a week since she admitted she wanted them to experiment with Brad. It had taken him seven days to work up the nerve to even approach his friend.

“And so she wants to get naked and get it on.” Brad laughed, slapped his hand against his thigh. “This is fucking unreal!”

“Are you interested?” Austin was nervous, on edge. This was not going like he thought it would. Of course, he really had no idea how it
would
go.

It didn’t help that Brad seemed to be making fun of the situation.

Brad sobered. “I’ve never been with a woman, you know that.”

“Still?” Austin found it hard to believe. Even the gayest of gays had messed around with a girl when they were younger or at the very least made out with one in a club or at a party.

“Still. I haven’t even kissed one with tongue.” Brad paused. “I don’t know if I really want to either.”

“Broaden your horizons,” Austin suggested though the thought of Brad kissing Michaela made his stomach churn.

“And I definitely don’t want to lick a girl’s pussy.” Brad shuddered. “Just the thought of that freaks me out. Gimme a fat cock and I’m happy. Girl parts scare me. I don’t know how you switch hitters do it.”

“Well I guess everyone has to draw the line somewhere. Jesus, Brad.” Austin could not believe they were having this conversation.

Brad cocked a brow, his lips pursed. “Do
you
want to do this, Austin? You don’t sound very enthused.”

“I want to make Michaela happy,” he mumbled.

“At your expense?”

Austin shrugged. “It’s what she wants. I created this monster, you know.”

“I
do
know. Have you two gone back to Tom’s?”

“No.”

“Gone to any other clubs lately?”

Austin shook his head.

“Been seeing each other nonstop then I take it? I haven’t heard a peep out of you until this morning.”

“Yeah.” Austin shrugged. “What with work and spending time with Michaela, I haven’t had time to do much else.”

“Uh huh. Right. Sounds like you two might be in a relationship then, hmm?”

“I’d like to think we are,” Austin admitted. But he wasn’t sure if she wanted it. Again the withdrawing, the holding back on her part, her behavior made him nervous.

Made him believe she really didn’t want him. Not for the long haul at least. He wasn’t ready to put his heart on the line and admit he was in love with her. Hell, he’d never done it before. The possible rejection scared the shit out of him.

“Have you told her that?”

“Not really. I thought she’d figure that out by now.”

Brad sighed. “Did you not learn anything when we were together? Listen, you need to tell her this stuff, she needs to hear the words from your lips. Words of love or commitment or whatever else you’re ready to spill, you need to say it all now.”

“I don’t know if she wants to hear it.”

“Trust me, she wants to. She
needs
to if you want to take this further.”

The front door opened, cutting Brad off, and they both turned to see Michaela enter the apartment, clad in only a pale blue bikini, a beach towel slung over her arm, dark sunglasses on top of her wet head. Her eyes went wide at the sight of them and she shut the door behind her with a quiet click, a nervous smile on her face as she slowly approached them.

“Hi, Brad. What’s going on here?” Her gaze lit upon Austin, questioning.

“Ah, Brad just dropped by.” Shit. Austin did not want her thinking they were about to jump into this now. He figured she’d spend most of the afternoon at the pool. That’s what she normally did.

“Yeah.” Brad smirked. “I just dropped by.” He opened his arms to Michaela. “Come here and give me a hug, gorgeous. I haven’t seen you in forever.”

She went to him willingly, setting Austin’s teeth on edge. Her barely clad body pressed against Brad, her lips pursed for his quick kiss. Brad shot him a knowing look over her shoulder, his hands smoothing up and down her bare back in a quick caress, and Austin swore steam just poured out of his own ears.

He clenched his hands into fists. It infuriated him, seeing Brad with Michaela. He knew it was a platonic hug, he knew Brad was putting on a show for his benefit but it didn’t matter.

He was pissed. Damn it, he was jealous. And he didn’t want to share Michaela. With anyone.

Seeing her hug Brad just confirmed it.

“Maybe we could all go out together, grab some dinner, a few drinks?” She smiled at Brad before turning that same smile upon Austin. “What do you think?”

He thought the idea sucked complete ass. He wasn’t in the mood to pretend anymore. Brad was right. He needed to tell Michaela the truth.

“I don’t know…” Austin started and Brad disengaged himself from Michaela, his gaze meeting Austin’s.

“Listen, doll, sorry to say but I have to go. A very important date tonight with a big stud named Renaldo.” Brad wagged his brows, making Michaela giggle. “You two lovebirds have fun tonight, okay?”

“Thanks, Brad.” Relief flooded Austin and he walked Brad to the door, helping him making a quick escape. He shut the door, paused for a moment to gather courage—damn what a wimp he was proving to be, all over a freakin’ woman—before he turned around to face Michaela.

She didn’t look disappointed that Brad left. No, she looked smoking hot in that little bikini. It emphasized her feminine curves, her pretty little breasts. Her nipples poked against the sky blue fabric, her skin flushed from the sun, hair damp from the pool.

“Too bad he couldn’t go out with us.” She watched him, her expression guarded. As if waiting for him to say something about it. The Brad situation.

“I have to go to work in a couple of hours anyway.”

“Oh, right.” Her smile was faint. “I’ll miss you tonight.”

“Michaela,” he started but stopped when she approached him, her hips twitching with her every movement, drawing his attention to her delectable body clad in practically nothing.

His skin sizzled just looking at her.

“Do you have to get ready for work soon?” She nuzzled herself against him and his arms automatically went around her. Her skin was cool to the touch, almost cold, and she shivered when his hands slid down her back.

“In a little bit.” She was going to distract him with sex, and he couldn’t have that. Well, he could but he needed to tell her how he felt first. “Listen, Michaela, we need to talk.”

“Talk about what? Brad? Forget Brad. I realized a while ago it wouldn’t work but I didn’t know how to tell you.” She reached up on tiptoe, pressed her lips right at the base of his neck. “I got nervous, seeing him here. I thought you might’ve planned something and didn’t tell me.”

“You don’t think it will work?” Her words tripped over themselves in his fuzzy brain. Damn it, her mouth on his neck, her hands on his chest was obliterating brain cells by the second.

“No. You and Brad have too much history. I can’t expect you both to forget that and indulge my whims.” Her hands went to and then beneath the hem of his T-shirt, her fingers skittering across his stomach. “There. We talked about it.”

He grabbed her by the crook of her elbows and literally set her away from him. If he was going to get anything said, he needed at least a few inches between them. “I don’t want to talk about Brad.”

“Oh.” Her brows drew down in that cute way of hers when she was confused. “What do you want to talk about then?”

“What’s going on between us.” He needed to just get this out in the open, spit it out and dwell on the consequences later. If he hemmed and hawed over it too much, he’d never admit how he really felt. “How much I…care for you.”

Chicken shit.

Her eyes softened, and she wrung her hands together. “I care for you too, Austin.”

He took her hand and led her over to the couch where they both sat. “Do you want to continue this? Make this exclusive between us?”

She blinked, licked her lips. As if she didn’t know what to say. “Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”