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I'm reaching for more popcorn, when my hand meets silky, smooth softness.

Looking down, I see that she must have moved the popcorn bowl in the last few minutes, and now my palm is grasping bare skin.Veryfar up her thigh.

My voice chokes out, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'm sorry—" but when I go to remove my hand, hers lands on top of mine.

"You can keep it there," she says quietly, biting her lip, "if you want."

So, heart racing and pulse quickening, I try to focus on the movie when all I'm aware of is the soft flesh of her thigh under my fingertips.

They start to stroke without my permission, in what I'm sure is meant to be a soothing gesture, but Bethany's breath hitches, and she tries not to squirm. My own hardening cock pulses in response.

When a little whimper leaves her, my hindbrain says "fuck it", and I let my hand travel up. She doesn't stop me as my fingertips brush the hem of her little shorts.

"I won't go any further if you don't want me to," I murmur into her hair. "I'm not trying to push you." In response, her thighs fall open. "Words, beautiful." Swallowing roughly, I add, "I need you to say it."

"Don't stop," she whispers, her lips finding the shell of my ear.

The first delve of my fingers past the hem of her shorts and into her soaking wet folds nearly has me cumming right then and there. "Oh, fuck," I groan, removing my fingers and licking her slick off them. "Damn, beautiful, you taste even better than I had imagined. The one thing I didn't get to do during your heat was taste you."

A little moan leaves her at my words, and my fingers find their way back into her panties. "Oh, Brody," she whimpers as I start to slowly stroke her clit with the pad of my finger.

My hand that was around her moves to cup the back of her neck while I kiss her. She kisses me back just as fiercely, our tongues and lips moving at a pace that matches my movements on her slick pussy. Her hips start to thrust slightly with my motions, and fuck I can just imagine her moving on my cock just like that.

Tonight though? It's about her. Her pleasure, and nothing else.

Two of my fingers slip inside her, pumping in and out as she grips my shoulder. When my thumb makes contact with her clit, it's all over.

She shatters under my touch, her walls convulsing around my fingers like they're trying to milk them. "Ah!" She cries into my mouth, the movement of her hips stalling for just a moment before she goes lax in my arms.

She falls back, and I press a kiss to her nose before tucking her back into my side. My cock is still throbbing, but I'll take care of it later. Bethany tilts her head up to look at me. "What about you?"

"What about me?" I play dumb, fixing my attention back on the movie.

"Don't you want..?" She trails off, sounding uncertain.

"Of course I do. But I'm proving a point to both of us tonight. Nothing about what I want with you is transactional, Bethany."

"Alright!" Miles claps and steps around the corner, pausing the TV from an app on his phone. "Show's over, folks, and bets are up."

"Miles!" Bethany's jaw drops as we turn and see Kieran and Damien join him.

"Sorry, nymph. House rules. If you're not putting on a show, no getting it on in the living room."

"House rules? Since when?" Bethany stands, crossing her arms.

"Since about an hour ago." Miles pulls a stack of cash out his back pocket and starts counting it. "Okay, we had 'Brody shoots, but misses,'" from Kieran. "Sorry, Kier-bear, no winnings for you."

"You guys placed bets?" I ask incredulously.

"The video game was boring," Miles shrugs, grinning. "Damien bet that Bethany would make the first move and get to at least third base, so no luck there."

"Damien!" Bethany flushes, and stands from the couch.

"What did you bet, Miles?" I ask curiously.

"I bet that you would make the first move, but that you wouldn't do it until there was only thirty minutes left in the movie," he cranes his neck around us to see the screen, "and there's forty-five minutes left. So I lost too. Huh. Statistically speaking, that should have been—"

"Well then who gets the money?" Kieran grumbles,crossing his arms.