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“That’s what I am. I’m your god right now. Don’t hold back. Give it all to me. Your every prayer, wish, and desire. Your cum. I want them all. I want them as mine.” I pound harder, increasing my speed, feeling how wet and slick and hot and tight she is. “Fuck, you feel good. So fucking good, Keegan. I’m not gonna be able to last much longer, darling.”

“Come,” she half-yells, only to drag my shoulder to her mouth so she can bite me to stifle her screams. And holy shit. Holy fucking shit, because her biting me and her pussy spasming and milking my cock is otherworldly, and there’s no stopping it. No slowing it down. I explode into her, my head thrown back and my neck tense as I growl and grunt and groan and moan while I fill her with my cum.

I’m coming inside of her with nothing between us. And for one crazy moment, the thought of getting her pregnant hits me, and I gasp as my hips jerk harder into her as if attempting to meet the challenge.

I collapse against her, a sweaty mess, and roll so I don’t crush her since she’s much smaller than I am. Her head meetsmy chest, my fingers find her hair, and my eyes stare up at the ceiling.

I just thought about getting Keegan pregnant, and instead of terrifying me and making my balls shrivel up on the spot, they gave her cunt everything they had. That’s a fresh one for me. Thank God she has that IUD, right? Fuck.

My hand slides down her body and I find her pussy dripping my cum. My cock jerks, despite how she drained me, and I push two fingers inside her, wanting to feel it.

“What are you doing?” She’s still breathless and sensitive, but…

“Playing with you.” Pushing my cum back inside of you. I can’t stop. My fingers pump in and out, fucking my cum in, not wanting it to drip out. I want her on her back and my tongue down there, and that’s what I do. I roll her over her and watch as I fuck my fingers in and out of her.

“Loomis. I don’t know if I can.”

“You can.”

I start humping the bed as I fuck her, using my tongue on her clit and not caring in the slightest if I taste myself in the mix. I don’t even know who I am right now or why I’m doing this. I just have to, and I do. I rub my cock against the rough blanket and groan as I swirl my tongue around and around on her clit.

“Oh fuck!” she cries. “Ah. It’s so much.”

I use my other hand and fist my cock as I continue to eat her out again, finger fucking my cum, staring at the white mess that coats each digit. Shit.

“I’m gonna come, Keegan.”

“Yes. Me too. Come on me as I come.”

Jesus hell. I rise to my knees and twist my wrist so my thumb can rub her clit while three fingers thrust and tear into her like I’ve never done before. I watch her while I stroke myself, faster and faster, harder and harder. My mind blanks and euphoriaraces up my spine and through my limbs as spirts of cum shoot out of me and all over her tits.

Fuck!Fuck!That’s so bloody hot. She must think so too because she comes on my hand, and I watch that too. Fucking enraptured by the stunning sight before me. Mine. All of this is mine. I get this with her. No one else. A final shockwave pulses through me and I die, collapsing on top of her, feeling my cum stick to my chest.

“That was…”

I blink. “Yeah. It was…” It was everything. The best sex of my life. With a woman I’m starting to find myself getting lost in.

20

I’m bouncing on a neon pink pool noodle in the middle of the pool, trying not to think about what this day has been and what it’s brought. I still don’t know how to process any of it. If I should even try or just go with the flow for once in my life. Not think about consequences or tomorrow. I’m treating this as a vacation, after all. You know… what happens on the island stays on the island.

I’m not stupid enough to imagine I’ve miraculously reformed the bad boy movie star and made him a one-woman man all about commitment. That sort of thing only happens, well, in the movies and books, but never in real life.

I didn’t even call Kenna or Katy for a freak-out session.

The truth is, I’m not sure I want them to know. I don’t want to deal with their freak-out in return. I don’t want to answer questions I don’t know the answers to, and I don’t want their rational, buzz-killing opinions. Right now, this is mine—kind of like my writing—and bringing someone else into that… taints it. Ruins it even. I don’t know if he’s going to tell Tinsley, but I’m hoping he doesn’t.

I’m going to have a fling with a hot, tattooed, bad boy movie star. And right now, I have no regrets about it.

Certainly not with how freakinggoodthe sex was.

Or the cuddling after. That was undeniably unexpected. Sort of like Loomis has been.

I expected him to shoot off the bed or make apologies or say,well, that was great, but I’ll see you later. He didn’t do any of that. He held me and ran his fingers through my hair and talked to me about all that had transpired that morning and his hopes for when he returns to Boston for Fen.

Then round three happened, which was just as incredible as rounds one and two. After that we got dressed, Fen woke up, and now here we are. Fake relationship and real sex.

The sun is doing that aggressive tropical thing where it’s both blissful and personally offensive at the same time. I’m lathered in SPF50, but something tells me it’s no match for blinding sunlight. I keep scooting the noodle forward with my feet, aiming for the sliver of shade from the one tall palm tree on the other side of the pool, but it only works for a minute as I start to float back toward the center.