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He pressed a kiss to my stomach. “As long as I get inside you, you can do anything you want.”

He stretched out on his back, and I straddled him, resting over his rock-hard erection, sliding back and forth, letting my wetness lubricate us both, while at the same time stimulating us more. I was shaking with need, but I took my time, watching his chest rise and fall, his cock hard beneath me. It felt familiar, safe, and the memories made me hotter. He reached for my breasts, stroking his thumbs over my nipples. I closed my eyes, shivering at the stimulation.

I lifted up and gripped him, placing him just right for me to slide down slowly. Clenching my core muscles to keep me in position, I took him in inch by inch. My eyes were closed again, enjoying the fullness, the friction, the warm arousal spreading like fire through my body. Seb was panting. He moved his hands down to my hips, clenching them, but he didn’t pull me down. He let me set the pace. Once he was all the way in, we both groaned, overcome.

It was good. So, so good.

A part of me wanted to keep it slow, make it last, but that part of me was lost as he moved one sneaky finger and rubbed my clit. I could feel the orgasm just on the edge of my grasp. He thrust up, meeting me, those strong abs and thighs powering him as I slammed down, chasing the peak. I heard Seb, from a distance, saying, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,”over and over. He’d never been much of a dirty talker.

He pressed on my clit again, and I growled his name as my orgasm took me. My vision blanked, my mind emptied, and I was nothing but waves of pleasure rippling through my body. I found myself collapsed on Seb’s chest. His face and neck were flushed, and I could feel the twitches of his cock as he finished coming.

Inside me.

I let my eyes close again. I was limp and spent, unwilling to move. Seb’s hands moved up my back, down, and then to my waist, sliding me off him, onto the bed.

Condom, my muzzy brain thought. He has to take care of the condom. And I should get up. But I needed a moment. I was exhausted from the tension of the evening, from my crying jag, and from the best orgasm I’d had since…

Since Seb.

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Sebastien

My knees were still a little wobbly when I came back from the bathroom. I heard the guys downstairs slamming the door as they returned, so I kept as quiet as I could. Faith wouldn’t want to answer a bunch of questions. I took a breath before I opened the door to my room again. I wasn’t sure what I was going to see when I looked at Faith. If she regretted this, if I’d blown everything, I was going to punch myself. Repeatedly. I dreaded seeing her pulling on her clothes, refusing to meet my eyes. Ideally, she’d be still in my bed, eyes warm and soft, and maybe, if I was really lucky, ready to try round two.

Faith was there in my bed, right where I’d left her. But she wasn’t looking for a repeat. She’d fallen asleep. I stood for a moment, wondering what I should do. Had she planned to spend the night here with me? Or had the day, with the news about her grandmother and the crying and the sex, just wiped her out? What was going to happen when she woke up? What did I want out of all this, once the sex thoughts settled down?

I wasn’t sure.

I picked up our clothes from where they lay scattered around. I folded up hers and set them on the desk chair. Then I pulled out an old T-shirt of mine and put it on the end table near her head. If she was cold or worried about being naked, she could put it on. Of course, she might just dress and slip out.

I wished I knew where her head was at.

I watched her for a moment. Her braid was half unraveled, and the loose strands were framing her face. Her expression was relaxed in sleep, and I hoped she could remain like that a long time and stay unaware of what was happening with her grandmother. Her nose was pink, and there was red around her eyes from her crying. She’d wake up thirsty.

I could take care of that.

I pulled on sweatpants and slipped out of the room quietly, planning to get her a sports drink to leave by the bed. She might wake up and want to get out of the house as soon as she could, but at least I could make sure she’d be comfortable. That’s what friends did. I had no idea if we were more than that now, or if the friendship was gone. I couldn’t think about that or I’d be sick.

Cooper was in the kitchen, beer in one hand, frowning at his phone in the other one. He looked up and then raised his eyebrows.

“Well, well, well. Looks like someone is very relaxed.”

I could feel heat in my cheeks. I looked down at my chest and saw red marks. Cooper was not going to believe those came from hockey practice.

I shrugged and opened the fridge. He could think what he wanted. I wouldn’t mention Faith’s name, and I would warn her, if I had the chance. We could find a way to sneak her out if we needed to.

“Those Faith’s boots by the door?”

I closed my eyes, hand fisted around a sports drink. Fuck. I hadn’t thought of that. I could say she’d left behind a jacket or hat if he’d spotted that, but how the hell would someone leave without footwear? Still, I could try to cover for her.

“Are you memorizing Faith’s clothes now?” It was the best I could come up with. She was going to be so pissed, and I didn’t know what I could do about it.

Cooper rolled his eyes. “I don’t have to. She’s here so much we could almost charge her rent.”

I turned around, drink in hand, mind racing for something to say. Cooper wasn’t frowning at the phone any longer. Now his arms were crossed, beer dangling from the fingers of one hand.

“I’m glad if you two worked things out. And I won’t tell if you don’t want me to.”

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