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“Maybe you’re just not his type. Maybe he likes women who know what they’re doing in bed. Maybe he’s just not that into you.”

The niggling of doubt falls away like gossamer as Lex teases me with the dildo. The tip enters me, but nothing more, his thumb finding my clit.

“Wicker got you six times,” Lex says, twisting the toy a little deeper. “What about Pace?”

My breath hitches, teeth sinking into my lip. “Three.”

Lex hums, the sound of his voice practically droll compared to the shift of his biceps as he pushes the toy deeper. “So you’ve been fucked eight times in the last three days.”

God, when he says it like that…

“Yes,” I moan, but it’s more about the push against my clit than answering his question.

“Tell me,” he asks, “what was your favorite?”

“In the equipment closet at the rink.”

“Why?”

“I–I don’t know.”

“Was it because of what I told you? Because it made you all wet and ready?” The dildo pushes in and out, stretching me with every thrust. “Or was it because I was standing outside, listening?”

“Oh God.” I didn’t know that, but warmth pools between my legs. Was he there for Wicker or for me?

“That’s it isn’t it? I heard you in there, rattling those shelves. The whole time I was standing watch, I kept my hand in my pocket, playing with those wet panties you gave me.”

“Did you wish it was you?” I ask, grinding into his hand.

He stills. “What did you say?”

“Did you wish it was you in the room fucking me?” I ask, reaching up and palming my tit. His eyes track my hand. “Or did you wish it was your brother?”

He snorts and resumes the motion of fucking me with the molded latex. “I told you, I’m not into men.”

“But you’re not into me either.”

“You don’t know anything about me.” His pupils dilate, and I see it; the hunger. That, I know. I grew up around boys–men–and I know what lust looks like and I see it on Lex’s face. With my other hand I reach for him, grabbing him by the belt, dragging him to me.

I expect him to hesitate but he growls, and falls forward, his large hands pushing mine aside, taking my tit into his palm. I pant at the feel of him, the way his skin feels against my sensitive flesh. But none of it compares to the sensation of his tongue, flicking over my nipple.

“Oh my God.”

My toes curl and my fingers clutch his belt. Bending my knees, I want to feel him deeper. I just want to feel him inside. To hear him whisper those dirty, filthy words in my ear as I come around his cock.

We’re close, his mouth and tongue working my nipple, sucking and licking me into a state of frenzy. My nerves threaten to explode after days of deprivation. “Jesus, your tits,” he mutters, moving to the other. “I bet you could come just from me licking them.”

He’s not wrong, but it’s not what I want. I want to feel full. I want his weight on top of me, I want to feel connected… I slide my hand down, below his buckle, down to his zipper–

His teeth clamp down on my nipple, hard and piercing.

“Lex!” I shout, pushing at his shoulders.

He rears back, expression dark. That hot want vanished, replaced with seething anger. “Thought you’d manipulate me? Drive me mad like you’ve done my brothers? Wind me up with your sloppy cunt so I’ll finally give you what you so desperately want? Release?”

I expect him to plunge the dildo into me and empty the syringe but he continues to fuck it in and out, his motions growing mechanical, this thumb expertly swiping over my clit, stimulating me despite the shift in demeanor.

He bends, mouth inches from mine, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “I have one use for you, Princess, to get you knocked up.” I squirm on the table. His hand slams into my inner thigh and he spreads me open, staring down at where he’s fucking the dildo into me. I feel it the minute he plunges the injection inside, and the shift in position, the hard thrust of the dildo inside, the cool air against my blistering clit, starts the shudder I’ve been waiting for–the release I’ve been craving. I cry out when it hits, back arching, hands gripping the edge of the table. It’s intense, a furious ratchet through my body, and I fall back on the table, shivering as the orgasm ripples over me in waves. Once I’ve regained my senses I sit up, clutching my throbbing tit.