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“My tattoo?” She opens her eyes. “My sisters and I got them on a spring break trip. I was twenty and”—she sucks in a breath when I nip at her clit—“it seemed like a good idea at the time. Three hearts, one for each of us. Mine is filled in with pink, my favorite color.”

“It’s cute.”

“So are you.”

My dick strains against my jeans. I slide my hand up her belly, moving my tongue back to her clit while I cup her breast.

Herbarebreast.

“No bra either?” I manage.

Her body rises, back arching as I flick my tongue over her clit again and again and again. “I got—after June—a breast augmentation. I don’t need to wear bras anymore, except when I ride to help with chafing. Implants made me feel—like me again.”

“You’re gorgeous.” I knead her breast, capturing her nipple between my first two fingers. Then I carefully—carefully—trace the scar on the underside of her breast. “I remember seeing this in Austin.”

Ava opens her eyes. “You really do remember everything.”

“I do when it comes to you.”

“Do you judge me?”

“For getting surgery that made you feel human again?” I shove up her shirt, baring her breasts. “How could I? They make you feel good, then they make me feel good. Or, you know, they put me in an extreme amount of pain.”

Ava laughs, throwing her arms over her head. “You’re feeling it too?”

“Pretty girl, you got noideahow fucking hard I am right now.”

“Will you let me relieve your stress, then? Any relief in particular you need?”

I nip at her clit, using my teeth to tease her. She yelps.

“You know the kind I like.”

She’s smiling and I’m smiling, and I feel something inside me crack open. Who the fuck am I, eating out a woman on my family room couch on a Monday morning?

Who thefuckdo I think I am, ignoring every responsibility, everyshould could would, and doing what I want instead?

I feel reckless.

I feel wild as I eat Ava’s pussy, bringing her to the edge of her orgasm. I work my thumb over her nipple, stroking it in time to the movement of my tongue between her legs.

Legs that start to shake. Her hand finds my hair again, and she holds on to me as she rides my face, rocking her hips so I hit her just where she likes.

“Sawyer.” She’s practically yelling now, loud enough that her voice echoes inside the room. “Sawyer, Jesus fucking Christ you’re good. You’re so good, cowboy.”

I suck on her clit, drawing it inside my lips. “You taste better, pretty girl.”

“Sawyer.” Her feet press into my shoulders and her hand fists in my hair.

She comes. Hard. Shouting and smiling the whole time.

I kiss her pussy as she rides the wave. Her stomach caves and she thrusts out her tits, her nipple meeting with my palm.

The ache between my legs sharpens. Thank God I brought those condoms home from Austin. I hid them in my closet and haven’t touched them since.

Definitely gonna need one—two—now.

Ava finally falls back to earth with a happy sigh.

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