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in a long time …” Those blue eyes are already trying to apologize, and he isn’t even in me.

“I want to watch you come,” I say, giving him full consent to focus only on himself when his cock enters me.

Fletcher took care of me. Now, I want to take care of him.

Slowly, he pushes inside. His cock is so big, it takes three tries of pulling out and rubbing the wetness around my lips to get enough lubrication for him to slide in. When he does, I have to suck in, because it’s a been a while and he’s the largest man I’ve ever slept with.

“Am I hurting you?” His eyebrows are pinched together in harsh concentration, and I can see the veins popping out on his neck.

He’s trying so hard to stay in control, so hard to not let his climax take over.

“In the best way possible.” I let out a breathy laugh as I wiggle my hips, adjusting until I’m comfortable.

Once he’s seated all the way to his balls, I pull his hips into me, showing him it’s okay.

“Fuck.” Fletcher drops his forehead to mine, scrunching his eyes closed. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

Nipping at his earlobe, I whisper into it. “Let go.”

And he does. In three long, hard, powerful strokes, Fletcher is growling and cursing the heavens as I feel him release inside me. His face is wild, pained, relieved … but most of all, free.

It’s a beautiful thing to watch, seeing someone with his control and restrictions be completely unconfined.

Fletcher collapses onto me, stroking my hair while he’s still lodged firmly inside me.

“Thank you,” he says, and I know it’s not in a cheesy way.

He means it. I helped him move past something that has been holding him back. And in a way, he has done the same for me.

Suddenly, I’m so tired, I can’t even stand. I must begin to doze, because I’m aware of Fletcher pulling the sheets over us.

Before I nod off, I wonder if it wouldn’t be so crazy if we decided to take care of each other, permanently.

25

Fletcher

“Get ready to give us your money, boys.”

Penelope rattles the chips in her hand, and Forrest rolls his eyes.

“You don’t even know how to play poker. I heard you asking Travis to help you google the rules before.” My brother can’t help but get competitive with his wife.

“It’s okay, I’m going to lose anyway. I have no idea how to play this.” Lily giggles. “I just came for the night off and the free lemonade.”

As usual, our poker night was alcohol-free. But something it included tonight that it didn’t normally? The Nash women.

And Ryan, of course. The two of us can’t stop eyeing each other across the table in Keaton’s basement.

“Don’t worry, Lil. I’m not that good, either.” Ryan pops a pretzel in her mouth, and I think about what she looks like when she comes.

It’s been two days since she left my apartment the morning after I cooked her dinner, and I can think of little else than my reintroduction to sex. Or, more accurately, who introduced me. If I had known Ryan Shea was going to be so downright fucking sexy in bed, I would have given up the whole celibacy schtick years ago.

Maybe I had known, and that’s why I avoided her for so long. Either way, I could barely contain myself from dragging her out of here over my shoulder to go another three rounds.

When Presley insisted on an all-family poker night, we guys had groaned about it. This was our thing, our time as brothers. We talked shit, didn’t have women nagging us, and could burp as much as we wanted.

But now that all four women were present, I was happy as a pig in shit. It gave me ample opportunity to make flirty eyes at Ryan.

I’ve never slept with another person in my bed while I was sober. In my heyday of drunkenness, I’d wake up on coffee tables, crammed into couches, in the back of a pickup truck that wasn’t mine. Sometimes there would be a girl under my arm, sometimes there would be a whole slew of people next to me. I’d never know what had happened the night before.

But when I woke up to Ryan in my bed, her warm, naked body there for me to wrap my arms around and pull in … it was one of the most indescribable feelings in the world. It hit me; maybe this is why my