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"Christ," I hissed. The feeling of entering her—so wet, so ready—was unlike anything I'd experienced.
I started moving, and the slick sounds of our bodies joining filled the room. The world could be ending outside and I wouldn't have noticed or cared.
I took my time at first, savouring the way she hooked her knees back, opening herself completely to me. I wasn't sure exactly what I'd done to make her come that way, but I wanted to do it again.
I adjusted my angle, curving upward to where I knew her g-spot would be, and started thrusting harder.
"God, right there," Aria gasped. "Right there."
"Yeah? You going to come for me again?" I asked, driving into that spot over and over.
She was nodding, her mouth open, no sound coming out. I thrust faster and harder until suddenly she pushed against me.
I felt the rush of fluid again and pulled out just in time for another wave to release. I pushed back inside her and moved as fast as I could.
My cock started to pulse, pleasure building at the base of my spine. I hit that spot inside her one more time, and after a string of moans, she went quiet again. I pulled out as more wetness flooded from her, and I came hard, spilling across her stomach.
I collapsed on my back next to her, both of us breathing heavily, trying to recover.
"I've never done that before," Aria said finally.
"I've never made anyone do that before," I responded.
She started laughing, then looked over at me with mischief in her eyes. "Want to do it again?"
I grinned. She was perfect.
Thirteen
Ronan
Setting up for poker night felt almost absurd given what I knew was really going to happen tonight.
The kids were all away on their school trip to Six Flags—wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon.
Which meant Aria didn't have to work tonight. Which meant we'd invited her to join us for poker.
Which meant none of us were going to be able to focus on cards.
I set out the chips and beer anyway, going through the motions. The guys started arriving around seven, the usual easy banter filling my house. But there was an undercurrent of anticipation humming beneath everything.
When Aria arrived thirty minutes later, the energy in the room shifted immediately.
She looked beautiful—jeans and a soft sweater, her hair down around her shoulders. But it was the slight flush in her cheeks, the way her eyes moved from one of us to the next, that told me she felt it too. This tension. This possibility.
"So," she said, settling onto the couch between Julian and Ethan, "are you guys actually going to teach me poker, or is this all just an elaborate ruse?”
"We actually do play," Noah said, dealing out cards. "Though I'll admit the stakes are usually more interesting than money."
"Oh?" Aria's eyebrow arched. "Like what?"
"Cars," Julian offered. "Ethan once bet his black card."
"Did you win it?" Aria asked him.
"No," Gabriel said with a grin. "Everyone folded. He's still bitter about it."
"You're all cowards," Ethan grumbled, but he was smiling.
