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Javier

“Do you still have the vibrating egg I gave you?” I ask Tobie when I pick her up from her room to take her to the fair.

She blinks. “Yeah. Why?”

“Can I have it?”

She hesitates a second, and I can’t help but notice the slight disappointment she tries to hide. “You want it back?” Before I can respond, she’s turning around. “That’s probably for the best. There was a thing with Caleb and…”

I know all about that thing with Caleb. He seems determined to pretend he’s not into Tobie. Or. Maybe not. I can’t remember laughing so hard when Tobie told me about Caleb being taken down by a group of kids. And I wanted to kiss Tobie because none of us have seen Caleb’s playful side in years.

She moves to return it, but I shake my head. “I don’t want it back. At least, not in the way you think.”

She studies me. “Then in what way?”

I raise an eyebrow.

She blushes. “Oh, you want me to wear it? Tonight? In public?”

“If you want.”

“And the remote. Where will that be?”

Again, I raise my eyebrow, and again, she blushes.

“Oh.” She clears her throat. “Reid and I slept together.”

If it were anyone else, I’d be jealous. Because it’s Reid, I know he would have made her feel good. I cock my head, curious what this is about.

She says nothing for so long that I think I know where this is going. “You want me to back off because?—”

“No,” she says in a rush.

Her cheeks are still pink, and her eyes don’t quite meet mine. “I mean, I’m dating all of you, right?”

Tension radiates up my spine. “And what does dating look like to you?”

She swallows hard. “I don’t know. This is…” Her voice trails off. “This was all supposed to be pretend, and…”

It’s not pretend.

It’s become the most real thing in my life.

I know exactly how you feel, Tobie Myers.

This can’t be easy for her. Fresh from a breakup with a guy she was probably anticipating marriage and kids with, to fake dating three guys. None of us could have predicted this.

“Do you want to take a rain check on this fair?” If she’s developing feelings for Reid, and I’m confusing her, that isn’t right. I want her, and I like her, but her needs have to come first.

She hands me the remote. “Here.”

I wait for her to pass me the egg.

Her fingers tighten around it, and she takes a step back. “You have to wait outside for me.”

She’s not saying what I think she’s saying. I’m misreading this situation by hoping for something that will not happen. “Why?”

She clears her throat. “I can’t put it in while you’re here.”

I steady my breathing as my pants get tight. “You trust me with this?”

“Marc made me feel like an old slipper.”

I blink at another twist in our conversation I didn’t see coming.

She continues, “Even before the cheating, I was an afterthought. I bumped into a girl on my floor once, and she didn’t even know I had a boyfriend.

That’s how little he came to see me. I was always going to him.

You make me feel so many things that I don’t deserve.

I trust you with the remote, and I trust you with me. ”

My chest is tight and rage simmers in my veins. I’m torn between two violently opposing actions—find Marc and rip him apart or yank Tobie into my arms and kiss her.

Trust is one of the most valuable things you can give a person. If I kill her ex for making her feel unworthy, I can’t take her to the fair. If I kiss her, I won’t stop.

“You’re not an old slipper, Gatinha ,” I tell her softly.

She deserves someone who will treat her like she’s the center of their world. Marc was the one lucky to have her, and he did not deserve someone as sweet and beautiful as Tobie. Not for a single day.

Her smile is soft. “I think I know that now.”

But she didn’t know it before.

“We’re going to have fun tonight,” I tell her firmly.

Even if it kills me.

“I know.” Her response comes instantly.

Trust. She trusts me to look after her. “I’ll wait outside.”

I walk to the door and stop. “Thank you, Tobie Myers.”

“What for?” Confusion clouds her voice.

“Not trying to change me. For accepting me the way I am. For seeing more than the loaded guy with the sexy accent.” I twist to face her. “ You are the one who makes me feel things no one has before.”

She walks over to me, and her hug is everything I never knew I needed. “Thanks for seeing more than just plain Tobie. Even when I’m a scruffpants.”

I shake with laughter. “ Scruffpants ?”

“I get it from my dad. Don’t judge. I was born to it.”

I cradle the back of her soft hair and extend the hug for just a little longer, then I kiss her forehead. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

For the first hour we’re at the fair, Tobie glances at me, waiting for me to slip my hand into my pocket and press a button for the vibrating egg.

I don’t.

I will, but not now.

Tonight is more about making her laugh than about making her come.

We wander the game booths, not playing any yet, but just looking. I guide Tobie through the crowds toward any ride she shows an interest in.

Tobie is smiling as she watches the carousel whipping people around when I slip my hand into my pocket, feel the buttons on the remote, and press down.

Her breath catches, and she sways slightly, leaning against me.

I wrap my left arm around her shoulder and whisper in her ear, “Too much?”

She takes a breath and shakes her head. “Not the last one. That was intense.”

I kiss her forehead. “We’re here to have fun, not push you too far.”

Between rides, popcorn, and cotton candy, I soak up her smiles, her laughter, and the soft, breathy moans she makes as I alternate pressing buttons on the remote that controls the vibrating egg inside her.

As the evening goes on, her cheeks are more flushed.

Guys are looking at her more than she realizes, not only because she’s beautiful in a green floral dress with spaghetti straps, or even because she’s wearing red lipstick that makes her lips look full and plump.

She looks happy and confident in her body.

The fair was supposed to be fun for Tobie, but when we pass a partially open door that leads to a dimly lit, half-filled storage room, I urge her inside, casually checking no one saw us walk in before I close the door.

“Javier?” She turns to me with a frown.

I wrap my arms around her and claim her lips.

She melts against me.

And as I kiss her, I thumb another button.

She moans into my mouth, rubbing her body against me.

I slip my hand up under her skirt. The second my fingers glide along her soaked panties, I lose my mind.

“Have you been this wet all night?” I groan, pinning her to the wall.

She nods.

“For me?” I whisper, breathing hard as my cock hardens.

“For you,” she whispers back.

I can’t wait to get her home.

Not now.

Turning her, I press her cheek to the wall and whisper against her neck. “We have two options.”

I strum her clit, and she whimpers. “Yeah?”

“I pull this egg out, and I fuck you hard and fast against this wall.”

Her heart spikes. “Or?”

I lower my whisper, curious how far she will want to go.

“I leave the egg where it is, and I fuck your ass nice and slow while I keep my finger on the remote-control.”

Her breath catches in her throat. “What?”

I dip my fingers under the bands of her panties. She’s wet. I can’t believe she’s been walking by my side like this.

“Uh…” She moans.

My fingers find the cord for the egg, and I prepare to pull it out. It’s slick. Too slick. I shut my eyes as I envision her coating her fingers and the egg with lube and moaning as she slipped it inside her.

And I was standing on the other side of her bedroom door, inches away, as she did.

Fuck. What I wouldn’t have given to be on my knees in front of her, watching her.

“My ass,” she whispers.

I stop breathing.

I was not expecting that.

My cock is throbbing, and I know for a fact this is not going to last half as long as I want or need it to.

I give the closed door another check to confirm we’re alone and kiss the back of her throat as I unzip myself, push her panties down her legs, and stuff them in my pocket.

She sighs as I gather lube from between her thighs, coating the tip of my finger and slowly but carefully ease the tip between her ass cheeks.

She makes a choked sound, which turns into a whimper as I press the button, and the egg vibrates inside her.

With each inch I push inward, she pushes back on me, soft sounds of pleasure filling the room.

“More,” she whispers, leaning her head back on my shoulder with her eyes closed.

I give her two fingers, stretching her, preparing her for my cock.

I alternate each stretch with a press of the button, ordering myself to go slow and not slam into her like I need to.

She’s shaking against me, palms flat on the wall in front of her, whimpering and pushing back on me.

Close.

She is going to come soon. And goddamn, I’m not even inside her yet, but so am I with the way she’s rubbing her ass on me.

I pull my fingers from her, and my hands shake as I fumble to pull a condom from my wallet and struggle to get it on. I gather more lube from between her thighs to stroke my cock from the base to the tip, getting it nice and slick.

She holds her breath as I grasp her hips.

The tip of my cock touches her opening, and she shivers in response.

“Tobie?” I pause. “Tell me you still want this, or we’ll stop.”

Because once I’m inside you, I don’t think I can.

“I want this,” she whispers. “I want you like this.”

Holding her steady, teeth gritted, I slowly push in. She’s almost too tight for me with the egg inside her.

She freezes.

“Breathe,” I whisper raggedly against her throat. “Let me in, Gatinha .”

I wait, giving her time. When she takes a breath, I slide in another inch.

“Do you feel how tight you’re stretched around me?” I whisper in her ear. “Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?”

Her eyes flutter open, aroused green-brown gaze meeting mine.

“Are you ready for more?” I ask.

“Give it to me, Javier.”

Fuck. My cock jerks in response and her breath catches. With me wedged inside her, she felt it. How could she not?

Sweat pops out on my brow as I fight to keep from slamming myself home. She’s not ready for that yet, but I can hardly wait.

Someone passes close to the door, laughing. Tobie’s breath kicks up, her heart racing, and, excitingly, her body clenches around me.

The fear of discovery gets her off.

As I pump against her ass, her moans deepen as she takes a little more of me.

I pull the remote from my pocket, keeping a tight hold on it as I grasp Tobie’s waist. And I groan as I feel the vibration through the thin skin between her pussy and her ass.

She’s jerking back onto me as if I’m not moving hard or fast enough for her.

My balls are tight, and I’m struggling to hold back my release when I’m not even halfway in her. I can’t hold back anymore.

My fingers tighten on her hip as I groan. “I’m sorry, Tobie. I can’t…”

I draw my hips back, gritting my teeth as her body fights to keep me locked to her. And I drive deep until I’m balls deep inside her.

Fuck.

She whimpers and squirms, her ass clenching on me, tossing her hair as she clamps so tight around me, I curse and nearly climax on the spot.

“Tobie,” I breathe out. “Tobie. Fuck.”

I keep my finger on the button as I work myself into her ass with long, deep strokes, bottoming out each time.

Her moans rise in volume, competing with the music and laughter just outside.

We slap together, driving each other closer to the edge. I let her set the pace until she suddenly freezes, breathing hard. She clamps so tight on me that I drop the remote and grab her, holding her tight when she slumps against the wall.

She pushes me over the edge and I sag against her with a groan, holding her so close that nothing in me wants to let this woman go.

“Shit, that was not how things were going to go.” I take a long moment to recover after I’ve stopped the vibrating egg, and I’m no longer using the wall to prop us both up. “Are you okay?”

She yawns. “Tired. I can’t believe we did that here.”

I drop a kiss on the side of her neck and she shivers in response. “You want me to carry you out of here? I’ll take you home.”

“Can we stay a little longer?” She twists her head around to look at me. “I wanted to go on the big wheel. I’ve never been on one before.”

She looks exhausted, her eyes half lidded and sexy. Her plush lips are so tempting I can’t stop myself from kissing her again. With Tobie, it’s too much, or it’s never enough.

“Anything you want is yours, Gatinha . I’d buy you the wheel and put it on the quad outside your room if you wanted.”

She grins at me. “I think the dean might have something to say about that.”

“Probably,” I concede. “And I haven’t won you a bear the size of a car yet.”

She laughs. “The size of a car?”

No, not the size of a car, but there’s something special about this woman’s smile.

I carefully pull out of her, remove the egg from her, and dispose of my condom, using a napkin to clean us.

I take her hand and lead her to the big wheel, slipping the operator a few extra bills and a request for a couple of minutes to appreciate the stars at the top.

He gives us five minutes.

It’s against the rules, but I cradle Tobie in my arms, her head against my shoulder, as we stare up at the stars.

“Thanks for tonight, Javier,” she says quietly. “I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun.”

“You deserve more, Gatinha ,” I tell her just as quietly.

And I intend to give it to you.