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I was angry, sure, but I was never fully convinced of Dima’s story, no matter how many times Kato and Brix said I needed to accept it and move on.

We all moved on in one way or another, but I’ve been abstinent for four motherfucking years.

Needless to say, having Everest naked in my arms in the bathroom and not plunging my cock balls deep into her cunt was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life.

Almost as hard as my dick.

Everest is the only person I’ve ever been with…ever. She took my virginity and is the only person I’ve ever fucked.

It just never felt right. Even when she was gone and I sought out one-night stands like my brothers, I couldn’t stay hard enough to actually do anything…if I could even get it up. It was like my dick was addicted, and the only way to ease the withdrawals was being inside Everest’s body. I’m pretty sure my dick wouldn’t have cared whether it was her pussy, ass, or mouth.

From the moment we stepped into that roach motel she called home, I’ve been hard as stone. I go to bed with a boner and wake up just as hard and needy.

If I don’t fuck her soon, I’m going to die from blue balls.

She’s in the shower at the moment and I’m pacing her bedroom, my attention constantly straying to the partially open door.

Did she leave it open as an invitation, or did she swing it half shut behind her out of habit?

If it was an invitation, wouldn’t it be rude if I don’t strip down and join her?

Pacing two more times, I figure…fuck it.

Tugging off the shirt I recovered from Everest after she pulled on her clothes so we could leave, I’m practically hopping to the bathroom as I shove my jeans down my legs.

She’s standing with her back against the spray, her head tilted back, her eyes closed.

And looks like a fucking goddess.

Always so beautiful. My Everest was always a stunner, but the difference between eighteen-year-old E and twenty-two-year-old E…

Fuck.

My dick twitches and precum rolls from the seam as I reach for the glass door.

Her lids flutter open, her eyes go wide, and her mouth pops open in surprise as I let myself in, stalk toward her, and lift her until she has to wrap her legs around my hips.

“Madd—”

I silence her with my lips. Not because I don’t want to hear what she has to say, but because I can’t wait another second to taste her, to feel her, to fill her.

Reaching between us, I slide a finger through her folds, moaning against her mouth at how wet, soft, and warm she is under my touch.

Fuck, I missed this.

I missed her.

I dip a finger inside her, swallowing her own moan, and smile against her lips when she gasps as I begin to slowly and shallowly push my finger into her tight, wet cunt.

The last thing I want to think about is how many men have touched her this way, how many have seen her naked, how many men might have felt her pussy or mouth wrapped around their cocks.

That unhinged side of me, the beast who took up residence when she disappeared rears its head and a deep, rumbly sound leaves my chest. I walk until her back hits the tile and air whooshes from her lungs.

A sense of possessiveness takes over, the need to impale her on my cock, to chase away the memory of any other asshole she might have fucked.

Holding her with one arm, I grip the base of my cock in my free hand, notch the head against her opening, and thrust forward hard and fast, not bothering to give her body time to adjust to the invasion, not giving her time to stretch around my girth.

Everest throws her head back, opening her mouth and crying out as I start a hard, punishing rhythm, determined to leave my imprint on her body and a piece of me in her soul.