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As though he can read my mind—or perhaps he sees how wide my eyes have gotten—he produces a bottle of lube and lays it next to me on the bed. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Still a little hesitant, I shift, unable to talk because my mouth is full. His smile spreads slowly, wickedly, and if I could frown at him, I would. Maybe there’s a bit of a sadist in him because I think he’s enjoying this. “You can take it all.”
I shake my head from side to side because part of me doesn’t quite believe him. He looks like he could split me wide open.
He leans forward to kiss my forehead. “If you want to stop, you can take those out at any time, okay?”
I nod because I’m curious to see how he thinks he’s going to manage this and because I want him so badly now it hurts.
He tests my wetness with two thick fingers, thrusting them deep inside me. I moan, forgetting about my nerves and apprehension. I sob for air around the fabric of my panties and palm my breasts, scissoring the sensitive tips between my fingers. Alec notices and teases my clit with an expert thumb. “That’s my fucking girl. Show me what feels good. Get yourself ready for me.”
As I pinch and squeeze my nipples, he wets the head of his dick at the entrance to my pussy. He won’t even need any lube; that’s how wet I am. I’m trembling all over with anticipation. Maybe some apprehension. That sharp bite of something akin to fear has me practically dripping.
One big, tanned hand holds my thighs spread wide while the other guides the head of his cock inside in one gentle push. I wiggle my hips and bite down on the material in my mouth to bear it.
“That’s it, baby. You can take it. You can take all I’ve got to give you, can’t you?”
I’m not sure I can, but I love it when he praises me, so I nod wildly. He thrusts again, forcing another inch inside me. The sensation of stretching around him consumes me. My eyes flutter closed, and he thrusts again, andfinally,his thick cock is fully inside. He fills me to the point of delicious pain, but it hurts so good all I can do is gasp around the panties in my mouth.
He shoves my thighs up and wide to circle his waist, opening me to every hard, unrepentant thrust. I lose the capacity for coherent speech as his cock hits deep with precision. The friction of his girth, steady, consuming pace, and the knowledge that he’s mine, all mine if I’ll have him, has me clenching around him. The orgasm seizes me in a vicious tangle, exploding behind my now closed eyelids and spreading throughout my body.
Because he’s not only mine, now.
I’m his.
CHAPTER20
ALEC
“How weird is it to be with her?” Jax asks, lifting a half-empty beer to his lips. Walker elbows him in the ribs, but Jax persists. “No, really. Is it like being with a stranger? Or like being with your wife like normal? It’s gotta be freaky, dude. In more ways than one.”
I roll my eyes at Jax, not rising to his taunts. As the rookie of the group and the resident playboy, Jax isalwaysthe one with the snarky ass comment. “Not as weird as half the shit you’re into, I’m sure,” I say, leveling him with a look. “It’s a birthday party, dude. Try to keep it PG.” I glance at Walker, who grins back and helps redirect Jax to the refreshments table.
Shaking my head, I return to the grill I’m manning and dutifully flip hotdogs and hamburgers. Around me, a gaggle of neighborhood kids and the girls’ classmates screech and dart from the gigantic bounce house to a collection of sprinklers and water toys. A rainbow of balloons dances in the background, several already deflating in the Florida heat. The scent of grass, sizzling meat, and sweaty kids hangs in the air.
Tana flits from the table to the kitchen and back again, her face flushed from too much sun and exertion. I’m not entirely sure when she got up this morning, but my internal alarm woke me up at six. She already had two trays of cupcakes cooling on the counter. The whole interior was decorated with balloons, streamers, confetti, and God only knows what else. By the time our driveway began filling with cars, she’d also hung dangling lights, arranged tables in the backyard for presents, prepared a veritable feast of every dessert imaginable, and still looked sweet as hell in a summer sundress that swished around her tantalizing legs.
I curse as the hot dogs begin to burn and quickly remove them to a serving tray before they’re completely charred. Kids are screaming, the backyard will be a disaster zone, and the girls will probably be up for the next month based on the amount of sugar they’ve consumed alone, but damn if I’m not content for the first time in what feels like weeks.
“What are you smiling for?” Remy asks as he divests himself of an outrageously sized birthday gift bag. He grabs a beer from the adult section of the beverage station, pops the top, and drinks deeply.
“Got a lot to be thankful for today, man. Glad you could make it.”
“Well, little squirt made me promise I’d come and give her shooting lessons.”
I glance up from the grill. “Don’t tell me that’s a gun in there, man.”
At this, Remy cracks an uncharacteristic smile. “Fine, I won’t tell you.”
“Jesus Christ, Rem.”
“It’s just a BB gun. She can’t do much damage with it yet. Didn’t you get one when you turned ten or eleven too?”
I hold my tongue because if Tana hears me say something about gender, I know I’ll get a lecture about women being as capable as men—that at least hadn’t changed after the accident.
“Whatever, just keep it away from her until all these potential victims leave the scene.”
We fall into a comfortable silence for a while, only punctuated by the sound of the doorbell ringing occasionally and doors slamming. Remy sticks to the corner near the grill, a shoulder leaning against the deck railing, observing the going’s on without joining.
“You hear Lettie’s back?” he asks without looking at me.
