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“This is uncomfortable.”

“Why? You want to jerk off? I can leave the camper. Or cover my eyes.” She laughed again, those long, dark lashes batting my way. “Or I can help you.”

Holy fucking hell.

I’d had a few shots, but it took about five full seconds for me to process what she was suggesting.

A threesome?
With Sandy… and my iPhone?

“Sandy.”

“Go on, you’d better write her back. She’s waiting.”

I took a deep breath, texting rapidly.

Jason Brewer:
What am I seeing?

Carissa Steel:
My legs… are wet. I lit a candle before I got in. It’s flickering against the wall. My legs look long and tan.

I was hard. I was thirty-five fucking years old and unable to control myself over a few short sentences.

Sandy turned the TV off, sending the camper into darkness.
“Just setting the mood, Brew.”

“I can’t do this.”

“Why?” She whined.

“Because you’re here.
It’s too fucking weird.”

She looked stunned for a moment, and then backed away. All the laughter left her eyes.

“Was it weird when we were chatting?”

“No, it was
really hot, San. I already told you that.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is that I have this girl in her bathtub, touching herself, and you sitting right here, and me running the whole fucking show. That’s a lot of goddamn pressure, okay?”

She smiled shyly, scooting back on the bed. “I’m not here. Pretend I’m not here.”

“Sandy-”

“I want to watch you. I want to see
what I couldn’t see… the other night.”

I couldn’t answer her. Carissa was writing again.

Carissa Steel:
Do you… like what you see?

I turned away from Sandy, and I unzipped my jeans.

I heard her sharp intake of breath as I
let my erection spring free, running my thumb over the tip of my cock.

Jason Brewer:
Touch your breasts.

Carissa Steel:
I am touching them… and my nipples are really hard, Jason. My breasts are really big. I’m touching my nipples now.

I began to thrust my cock into my hand, barely able to type with the other.

Jason Brewer:
Pinch one hard.

Carissa Steel:
I did… it hurt, but it felt so good…

Sandy moved, and drew my attention toward the camper bed.

She
slid her hand down the front of her sweatpants, and I dropped my phone to the floor of the camper.

“
Off
,” I managed to growl, gripping her by the ankles and nearly ripping the pants from her body. She moaned, her soft fingers wrapping around my cock.

“
Jason… oh, my
God,
” she managed with a fascinated breath, and the genuine shock in her voice drove me fucking crazy. I tore at the lacy scrap of fabric covering her thighs, and she arched her back to give me better access.

As the thong ripped in two pieces, we both stilled, staring into each other’s eyes through the shadowy camper.

She took my hand in hers, finding my index finger and dragging it across her naked abdomen.

“If you cross this line, we can’t go back.”

Never had a few words nearly made me come. I felt the pad of her thumb rub over the tip of my cock, and I pushed into her hand.

My breath hitched on my words. “
I should have crossed this line a long time ago.”

She released me and gathered the base of her
white t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head. Her breasts poured over the cups of her bra, and I dipped my hand inside, freeing each one before rolling her nipple beneath my thumb.

She was so goddamn beautiful.

“Oh God,
Jason,
” she mewled, and fuck if I didn’t almost come against her thigh. Freezing, I met her eyes.

“Don’t touch me when I kiss you,” I whispered, bowing my head to meet her lips. “
Okay?”

She nodded, and I lowered my lips to hers.

Her tongue tangled with mine and tasted like tequila and heaven. I claimed her mouth as her breaths became mine, fitting my hips into hers and rocking with every plunge. The heat from between her thighs burned, hot and wet and waiting, and I moaned into her mouth.

When she threaded her hands through my hair, I turned my
head to grasp one of her hands, drawing it to my mouth.

I slowed my kiss over her wrist, a feathery pressure that made her moan.
“I’m going to touch you, Sandy. Stop me if you want to. Understand?”

She nodded, barely able to make a sound. “
Yes
.”

I kissed her
mouth again and reached down between us. Sliding my hand over her flat belly, I settled over her patch of silken heat. I pressed the base of my hand firmly against her, parting her lips and pushing a finger inside. She let go of my kiss, throwing her head back and digging her fingers into my hair.

“Jason…,”

“God,” I hissed, barely able to fit two fingers in her welcoming body. She uttered a cry of pleasured pain, and the tightness of her wracked my mind with what was to come. “
Am I hurting you?
”

“
No
,” she cried, moving against my hand. I trailed kisses along her jaw, her bruised neck, and when I took her nipple into my mouth, her pussy clenched around my fingers.

I
found exactly the right place to drive her crazy in my arms.

“
What are you…
doing to me…,
” she cried, writhing beneath me.

“Does that feel good?” I urged, curling my fingers and pressing even deeper.

“
Oh God… Jason…
I’m coming
,” she managed, and the rhythmic throbbing of her muscles knocked me senseless.

I watched her face, the pleasure that made her eyelashes flutter, and her beautiful release as she soaked my hand.

Jesus
. Kissing her had taken me to a completely different state of mental consciousness, and primal needs took over my thought process. I was proud of the way that I owned her body, knowing exactly the right way to touch her to make her crazy.

“
I want to feel that on my cock,” I demanded. “Ride this out, I’m going to make you come again.”

She could barely breathe. I gripped both of her knees and opened her wide, the moonlight flooding through the windows and illuminating her beautiful body.
I kissed my way down her body, over her chest, her breasts, and her stomach.

“
Jason
,” she panted as I dropped my kisses to the soft, damp heat between her thighs.

She was already
panting as I used two fingers to spread her open. Lowering my face to her heat, I drew a line with my tongue before licking. She grew even louder, her hands locking in my hair.

“N
o one… has ever…
done this… to me before,
” she halted, breathless, jerking as I flicked my tongue against her clit.

I stopped, unable to believe what she was saying.

She’s never had oral sex?

My mouth took over again
as I spread her thighs even further and used my fingers. My tongue delved, sucking with my lips, my hands working purposefully. As she began to tighten around me, I moved away.

She moaned with a disappointed sigh.

“Lift your hips, babe,” I whispered, wrapping my arm under her back to help her. She was so fucking tight, and I didn’t want to hurt her. I held my cock, pressing against her opening.

I didn’t
need to ask her if she was on the pill. I knew she was. I knew everything about her after our trip to the hospital.

I wasted no time
going as deep as I could. She screamed, a pleasured cry that tightened my muscles and fucked with my mind.

“You feel
goddamn unbelievable,” I groaned, dropping my mouth to hers.

Her body clenched around me
, and at that moment, I broke away from her mouth, driving into her again.

Once.
One thrust, and I was coming. I felt her tighten, and the rush of warmth as she came with me.

I
t felt like, at that moment, I’d poured twenty-six years of my life into her.

CHAPTER FIVE

Sandy

I lay
beneath Jason, still trembling from the most explosive orgasm of my life.

He held himself over me, panting softly, and then finally
mended the silence between us with a slow, lingering kiss.

He was still deep inside of me, and when I shifted, he locked me in his arms.

“Wait. I want to stay like this for a while.”

My chest contracted, and for one terrifying moment, I thought I’d burst into tears.

And then, I did.

“Hey.” His voice softened, and then he moved away, gathering me into his arms. “Hey, please tell me those are good tears.”

“They’re good tears,” I managed, brushing at them with the back of my hand. “It was just… so much. So much at once,” I rambled, unable to articulate all the emotions misfiring between my heart and my mind.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that it’d be a new experience for you.”

His careful words, so thoughtful, warmed my heart. “Jason, you were perfect. Everything was perfect. I just mean, I’m all over the place, I can’t think straight,” I fumbled, searching for my t-shirt.

“Easy.” He caught my hands, stilling them as he threaded his fingers through mine. “
I know you’re usually the one to take charge, but I need you to let go and let me handle this right now, okay?”

I stilled, taking a deep, calming breath.
“Okay.”

Some emotion settled in his eye
s, and he smiled slowly. “When you say okay, you make me crazy.”

“Okay?”

His mouth found mine, coaxing a long, sweet kiss. “It’s like I’ve never heard you say that word before.”

“
Okay
,” I whispered, unable to hold back a smirk.

He grinned, the Jason Brewer Grin hard at work, lowering my defenses.

“Here’s the plan,” he began, locking his gaze with mine. “We’re going to get some sleep, because it’s been a really long week. And when we wake up, right here, everything will be different.
Good
different. I need you to be brave and trust me.”

He was running his strong hands along my side, over my
naked hip, and I was losing the ability to form sentences.

When he stopped and tucked me against him, my mind began to take over. As though he could sense my
worry, he hugged me to his chest.

“No
counting stars tonight, babe. I’m here with you. Just close your eyes.”

“I… I’m worried that what we just did... will change…,”

“
You’re the best part of my whole life, Sandy,
” he mouthed against my ear, and my eyes fluttered closed as my heart pounded in my chest.

My G
od.

I had loved him my
entire life, and now, all of the ways that my body was longing for him scared the hell out of me.

I’d only ever been with Max and Jack. With Max, we’d made out for an hour before he did a quick dip test, confirmed I was ready, and took my virginity. He’d finished before I had time to get over the pain, and that had been the end of our relationship.

After years of dating, I refused to sleep with anyone who wasn’t going in the same direction I was. I wanted marriage, and children, and the kind of stability that my parents had demonstrated throughout my childhood.

Jason had laughe
d when I told him about my deciding question, rolling his eyes.

“You’re setting them up for failure,” he’d chided.

The future question was for the monumental third date. If I was considering sleeping with them, they had to a.) prove that they weren’t afraid of commitment and b.) show me that they had every intention of committing to
me
.

I used my sales skills to word the question just right, so they had no option but to answer me honestly. “In a perfect world, where do you see yourself in five years?”

I’d gotten every answer under the sun. Running a company, traveling the world, making more money, et cetera, et cetera. Never once did I hear “married with children.”