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“Fletcher,” I begged.
He took two fingers, pressing them inside me, making me shake. “Is that what you want?”
“I want you. Inside me,” I panted.
He curled his hand, keeping his fingers inside me but rubbing his thumb over my clit.
It caught me so off guard my moan was more of a scream.
His grin was salacious. “Good girl.”
My chest heaved with my arms overhead, my legs shaking as he continued his assault, and I came on his hand so fucking hard I watched liquid splatter onto his bare stomach.
My jaw fell open. “Oh my god. Did I just...” I was gasping for air.
He rubbed his hand over his stomach. “You squirted, baby. You did so fucking good.”
With my legs feeling like rubber, he angled himself between them, stepping closer until his tip teased my entrance. I moaned as he pressed all the way in until the front of his hips pressed against my ass. His cock was so big it stretched me tight. He gripped my thighs, holding on to me as he let me have it, all of him, hard and fast, and so fucking good.
I rolled my head back, overwhelmed by the sensation, but his voice was rough as he ordered, “Eyes on me.”
I watched him, the clench of his jaw, his fingers pressed into my soft flesh, his ab muscles flexing as he fucked me.
The building friction pushed my sensitive pussy higher until I was shattering around him, crying out with ecstasy, and he finished inside of me, claiming me as his.
He leaned over me, kissing my stomach, then pulled out. Cleaning himself up and wiping me with a wet wipe from the drawer under the sink.
He slowly undid the stethoscope, pressing kisses against my wrists, and then helped me slide from the table. I landed on my feet, legs feeling weak until he held me up, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my forehead.
I’d been with guys before who were great in bed but emotionally unavailable and guys who were kind but had no spark. How was it possible to feel so much heat and so much love for the same man? And why was I so afraid that even when he gave me so much... it wouldn’t be enough?
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Fletcher
Since the first night Liv and I were together, my nightmares stopped. I felt at peace in a way I’d never been before. I loved waking up to see her in my home and enjoyed even more lying beside her until she fell asleep. Seeing her wake up.
After the prom, we decided to stay in the same room, and if it bothered Maya, she didn’t say anything. The first couple weeks at school had gone great, even if she was grumpy right when she got home.
Life was good. The best it had ever been.
That was, until I saw Regina’s name on my phone during my Saturday afternoon run. I stopped alongside the road, trying to catch my breath, and answered. “Hey, Regina, I was in the middle of a run.”
“You always were a stickler for that morning workout,” she said, a small smile in her voice.
“What’s up?” I asked. “Everything okay?”
“I was calling about Maya’s party.”
My stomach dropped. “You’re not backing out, are you? Because Maya really wants you there.”
“No, I’m not backing out,” she said, sounding a little frustrated. “I’ve really been trying here, Fletcher. I haven’t missed an evening call since I saw Maya at Sugar Rush.”
“I know,” I said, not adding that it had only been a couple weeks since then. I didn’t want to fight with Regina. Not anymore. Especially not today when I was feeling so good.
She took a breath, audible even over the phone. “Look, I’m coming to the party, and I wanted to know if... if I could bring my boyfriend.”
My eyebrows rose, and I felt winded for another reason. “You want to bring a guy with you?” I knew she’d been with a little girl when Liv and Maya saw her at the ice cream shop, but I didn’t realize it was serious enough for him to meet my daughter.