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I lower us down to the ground and let her ride me on top. She props herself up, grinding down on me as she kisses and sucks my lips and neck, her lips trailing to my ears.

“Your huge dick feels so good, Bruno. You’re going to make me come again.”

“Do it, then,” I whisper back, a grit in my voice as I suck and bite against her neck. I feel her tighten down on me, a pulsating vibration escaping her again, and I suspect I’m getting addicted to the feeling of her orgasming.

She flops forward on me but I push her back, my hand against her chest as I press her backward. Slowly, it traces down between her perfect tits, down the slight hump of her lower belly, and between her legs.

I find the small pearl of her clit, and she sucks air through her teeth at my touch. Slowly, I work circles over it, growing faster with each rotation. She brings a delicate hand to her mouth, setting one perfectly manicured nail between her rigid teeth.

“Please, don’t stop, Bruno. Don’t stop and I’ll make you come so hard.”

Obediently I up the ante, each pass ramping up in speed, until my hand is just forcefully gliding back and forth across her, stimulating her until she can’t take anymore and literally bursts. I feel her push me out with a force, soaking us both with her excitement.

She lowers her face to my dripping cock, sucking me in with one motion. I gasp, feeling the culminating pressure, the pursuing climax that I’ve been chasing and staving off with each position.

Finally, I crest over that mountain, feeling the giddy rise of fluttering joy ripple through me as she drinks me down. I spill into her as I gently moan, and she rises back to my face, sealing the moment with a lingering kiss.

CHAPTERTEN

Jinx

I sinkinto the plush couch, stretching out with one arm draped lazily over my head, my eyes tracing the faint patterns on the ceiling.

The house feels oppressively silent, an emptiness echoing through the rooms usually filled with laughter and banter.

I’m not used to this solitude, not after the whirlwind of noise and energy that comes with the guys.

It’s surprising how quickly I’ve adapted to our shared chaos: Rowan’s gruff grumbles during physical therapy sessions, the playful ribbing in the kitchen, Thomas’s endless stream of conversation, and Bruno’s intense, brooding stares or late-night reading times that have long lost their intimidating edge.

And then there are the nights. Those have been intriguing. More than intriguing, actually.

I chuckle to myself, reaching for my phone resting on the coffee table. My thumb glides over the smooth screen, aimlessly scrolling through social media.

A video of a golden retriever leaping into a pile of leaves flashes by, followed by a post from Kenzie proudly showing off her giggling twins, and a photo of a muscular fitness influencer hoisting barbells. Normally, such images would hold my attention, but today they hardly register.

Instead, my mind drifts to the thought of watching my guys at practice, their movements synchronized and familiar.

With a sigh, I navigate to my recent calls and press on Rowan’s name, feeling anticipation flutter in my chest.

“Hey, beautiful,” his voice purrs at me, languid and sensual.

“Hey, Ro.” I giggle. “I’m bored. Just wanted to call.”

“Ah, bored, eh?” he asks. “Bored and so you think I’m here to entertain ya, huh?”

“Well, you are the most entertaining of the three,” I say, biting my lip.

“Oh, I’ll remember that,” he says jokingly.

Suddenly, his face flashes on my screen, and mine on his, as our video call fully connects.

“I bet you wanna see the gang, yeah?” he says, turning the phone around to show me the men playing hockey on the ice.

“Don’t get too bummed,” I say to Rowan. “You’ll be back out there soon enough.”

“Especially with you helping me,” he says. “You have no idea how much you’ve helped me. I don’t think I’d be half as healed as I am without you guiding me through my lessons.”

I feel my cheeks reddening, and I turn away, feeling bashful in the moment. He smiles at me, a large, cheesy smile, blushing himself, and I can tell he feels as much chemistry with me as I do with him.

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