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  I wiggle my ass to coerce his finger in deeper. “I’m better than all right,” I insist.

  He fingers my asshole in long, smooth motions, and it’s diabolically amazing. My head starts to swim. He hasn’t touched my clit at all, and yet I can feel the sizzle of orgasm lurking somewhere nearby. How is that possible?

  “Do you want more?” he asks.

  “Hell yes. I want it all,” I say, gyrating my hips.

  He chuckles and adds a second finger. A sound like something between a moan and growl escapes my throat.

  My eyes roll in the back of my head as I’m introduced to a pleasure I had never known before, that I didn’t even think was possible. He adds more lube and starts to move faster, really finger fucking me now. My body is completely relaxed and pliable. Two fingers are fine, but I think I want more.

  “I want you inside of me,” I tell him.

  His eyebrows raise high on my forehead. “Which part?”

  “Fuck my ass,” I say, looking him in the eyes with feral lust.

  The smile slips off his face and he licks his lips. “Are you sure you’re ready for the full thing?”

  He strokes his big dick with his free hand. It’s intimidating. Far bigger than his two fingers, but I feel stretched out and relaxed. I want to at least try.

  “I’m ready,” I insist.

  He slathers lube on his dick, and more on my asshole. Then he lines it up, holding the base down by his balls. The head pushes up against the entrance. He pushes but it doesn’t want to give at first. I push back and the head slips in so suddenly that I let out a yelp. I’m not entirely without pain. It definitely hurts more than two fingers.

  “Want me to stop?” he says, not moving.

  “No.” The longer he stays inside me the more the pain starts to subside until it’s completely gone.

  When I finally adjust to his size, I grab his hips and urge him forward. He rocks into me. He sinks all the way into me, and it’s magic. It’s fucking glorious. So alien, yet so incredible.

  “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says in a strained voice. I can tell he’s loving it as much as I am.

  “Don’t you dare stop.”

  “Jesus, your ass is so tight. You make it hard not to come instantly.”

  “I’m having a hard time holding back myself,” I tell him.

  He rubs my clit at the same time he pushes into me and my body becomes as stiff as a stone.

  “I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” I say in a desperate voice.

  “Don’t hold on, baby. Let it happen.” He spears me again and again, then spreads me apart. “I want to watch you come. I want to see it spill out of you.”

  At the first tinge of orgasm, my muscles clamp down on him and he moans.

  When he speaks again, he’s breathless. “I can see the muscles in your pussy moving.”

  He thrusts harder, sending me rocketing over the edge. There’s no more stopping it. It’s too late now.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

  I can feel the evidence of my orgasm spilling out of me, rolling down the space between my front and back entrance. Things get a lot slippery after that as he continues to plunge inside of me.

  “Your pussy is so fucking perfect.” He shoves two fingers in, double penetrating me. I cry out as the last of my orgasm bears down on me.

  “I’m going to come in your ass,” Mac says, and with one more hard push his cock begins to jerk and spasm.

  We both stay in the same position, frozen and mute. We’ve exhausted all our energy. I find it funny and absolutely adorable that I wore the seasoned athlete out.

  He waits until every drop has been emptied into me before pulling out. He looks ready to pass out so I scoot over and he lies down beside me, still heaving and out of breath. “Holy shit, you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”

  I laugh, which causes some of his load to leak out of me.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” I say.

  “Stay the night with me. Please. I want to wake up beside you in the morning.”

  I turn over on my side to look at him. His hair is still wet—from sweat or the shower, it’s hard to tell. What I do know is we’ll both need another shower after this.

  “You know I can’t.”

  He sighs. “Are you always going to let your brother control your life?”

  “No, I promise. I just need to get through to him. I will happen.”

  “I hope it doesn’t take too long. I want to finally take you out on a proper date where we don’t have to hide from anyone.”

  A proper date with Mac sounds like a dream. I would love to show him off around town, making my old friends jealous while I’m at it.

  “I would like that.”

  He pulls me close to him again and we kiss for another half hour before we’re both too tired to keep going.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell him before escaping out the window and back to my house.

  As I climb the fence into Nathan’s yard, I notice that he’s still not home. I haven’t seen him this pissed in a long time. When I finally crawl into bed, I feel both elated and sad. I’m mad at my brother for making this night any less than perfect.

  6

  The next morning, I get up, shower and get dressed, then I head to Nathan’s gym. He never came home last night. I’m starting to worry.

  When I pull into the parking lot and see his truck, I’m flooded with relief. I park next to him and go inside. The inside of his gym is far different than Mac’s. It’s much smaller, smells like sweaty bodies, and all the equipment is well-worn. There are several people working out despite the early hour. There’s a lot of weights and treadmills in use. Most of the people who go to his gym look like meatheads. They are the types who post food pictures of their Keto diet on Instagram even though it’s the most unappetizing thing to look at. They are CrossFit junkies, the ones who never shut up about their workouts and how much they hate leg day. It’s not my kind of scene, but Nathan loves it here and running this place earns him a comfortable living.

  I slowly make my way to the front counter where Nathan is sitting behind a desk, looking at the screen of a computer. He’s wearing gym clothes. That’s not what he was wearing last night when he stormed off. When I approach the counter, he looks up from his computer screen and seems wary to see me.

  “Can we talk?” I ask.

  To my surprise he says, “Yeah, back here,” then turns to one of his employees and asks him to watch the counter while he’s gone.

  He leads me toward the back and into a closet where I see a cot that’s been slept in and his clothes from yesterday folded up next to it. So this is where he slept last night.

  I’m surprised he’s actually willing to talk to me right now. Normally after we fight, he makes things more difficult than this. It usually takes several days for him to calm down before he’s willing to talk. He’s such a stubborn ass sometimes, but he’s also an incredible human being. I wonder if he’s willing to talk to me because he can tell how broken up I am about our fight—that, or he wants to come back home without things being awkward between us.

  He sits down on the cot. His appearance is disheveled, his hair sticking up in all directions, big purple bags under his eyes. It doesn’t look like he’s slept. I sit next to him on the cot and I can see why. This thing is terrible. I can’t imagine anyone being able to get a decent night’s rest on it.

  “What do you want to talk about?” he asks.

  I look down at my fingers that are braided together. What I have to say won’t be easy and I know he won’t approve.

  “I want to let you know that I’m taking the job Mac offered to me. You’re wrong about him. He’s a good person trying to help others. I want to be a part of that—also, I need the money. The job pays well and in this town, that’s hard to come by. My choices are doing something I love or working at the Dairy Queen. Which would you choose?”

  He stares at me. I face h
im and stare right back.

  “You sure this is about the job?” he asks with suspicion. “Because I heard otherwise.”

  My mouth falls open in shock. I knew our town was small and full of gossiping little trolls, but this has to be some kind of world record. I’ve barely been in town for forty-eight hours. How much could they be talking?

  “What did you hear?”

  “A friend of mine saw you getting friendly with Mac at the grocery store. Then I saw you and Mac at the docks and it seemed a strange place for him to be offering you a job.”

  Shit.

  Shit, shit shit.

  I sit up straight, done with the lies. I’m done hiding.

  “I care about Mac. I always have. He cares about me too. The only reason he didn’t try to date me in high school was because he was loyal to you, even though you were a dick to him.”

  Nathan opens his mouth. He’s about to speak when I talk over the top of what I’m sure will be an objection.

  “You’re not going to scare me away from him the way you did when we were teenagers. And if you want us to remain close, you’re just going to have to accept my feelings.”

  I stand up. Nathan doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t try to stop me when I leave.

  I go straight from Nathan’s gym to Mac’s, which is just a couple miles down the street. When I go inside, I find Mac sitting on the floor trying to put together a piece of equipment. He looks up and smiles at me.

  “Hello beautiful. Have you come to help me with these directions? Because I sure as hell can’t seem to figure them out on my own.”

  “I’m sure we can figure them out together.”

  He stands up and walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. We stand there and kind of sway, like a lazy slow dance without the music. “I like that word … together,” he says.

  “So do I.”

  “What are you up to this morning?” he asks.

  “I just came to tell you that I’m accepting your job offer.”

  His face lights up and he lifts me off the ground in a bear hug. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all morning. What changed your mind?”

  “I just came from Nathan’s gym. I was honest with him and told him how I feel about you and that he’s just going to have to accept it.”

  “Really …” he says in a curious way. “And how exactly do you feel about me?”

  “You already know.”

  “I think I do, but I want to hear you say it.”

  I swallow hard. It’s one thing to feel it and to think it, but it’s another thing to say it out loud. I’m not sure I have the courage for this after everything that has gone down with Nathan.

  “I …”

  Mac lifts his eyebrows, waiting. I continue, this time with more confidence. If I can be honest with Nathan, I can be honest with Mac—and myself.

  “I think I love you,” I say.

  “You think?” he says with a hint of humor in his voice.

  “No. I don’t think. I know that I love you. I always have.”

  He leans his forehead against mine and our eyes lock onto each other’s. “Good, because I love you too.”

  He kisses me deeply and it feels so good to get that off my chest. If only Nathan would forgive me, my life would be perfect.

  As if reading my mind, Nathan walks through the door. He catches us kissing, then freezes. He’s quick to look away, his gaze shifting to look around the place. His eyes are wide and he looks like he’s in awe. If he weren’t so proud, he might’ve whistled at the majesty of the huge room.

  Mac and I are quick to part, but Mac keeps hold of my hand. We have nothing to be ashamed of.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask Nathan, trying not to be accusatory. But it is suspicious.

  He runs his hands through his hair in a way that I can only describe as self-conscious.

  “Am I interrupting something?” he asks. He looks embarrassed, like he’d rather be anywhere else.

  “It’s fine, Nathan, good to see you again,” Mac says. Always the polite one even though Nathan doesn’t deserve his hospitality after he judged him so harshly. I’m glad Mac is the way he is, though. It seems to put Nathan more at ease. Someone had to back down, and I know it would never be my brother. He’s far too stubborn for that.

  “Nice place you have here,” Nathan says.

  “Thank you. I’m hoping the patients will think so.”

  “Patients?”

  “Yes, we will have patients here, not clients.”

  I narrow my eyes at Nathan. Did he think I was lying when I told him this gym was for physical therapy and rehabilitation?

  Nathan’s gaze shifts between me and Mac and something in his face settles. “Look, man, I’m sorry. I judged you without all the facts. I honestly thought you were back in town to cause trouble. That was self-centered of me to assume. Also, I’m sorry to hear about your mom’s passing. She was a good woman.”

  “Thank you,” Mac says.

  Nathan nods and starts to walk toward the door.

  “Nathan, wait,” Mac says.

  Nathan turns around.

  “I could really use your help getting this thing off the ground. You’ve been successful with your own gym. Maybe we could work together?”

  Nathan smiles and takes a step toward Mac. He holds his hand out and Mac shakes it. “Sounds like a plan.” Nathan uses Mac’s hand to pull him closer. “Don’t you dare hurt her,” he says to Mac. His words are friendly enough, but there’s a hint of a warning in them.

  Mac’s face grows very serious when he says, “I would never.”

  “Great,” Nathan says. “How about you two join me for pizza tonight. My treat.”

  “We’ll see you there,” Mac says.

  My heart swells with happiness. I can’t believe Nathan is really going to accept my relationship with Mac. I love him so much for wanting to get to know him as well.

  Nathan leaves and he’s barely out the door when Mac pulls me into his arms and kisses me hard.

  “You’re amazing,” he says. “I never thought in a million years that Nathan would ever be okay with me dating his little sister.”

  “I’m not amazing. I’m a mess. Look at my life.”

  He laughs. “I don’t see a mess. I see a girl with a great job, a protective brother, and a boyfriend who is head over heels in love with her. What part of that sounds like a mess to you?”

  I throw my arms around his neck. Tears settle into the corners of my eyes when I realize just how great my life really is.

  Epilogue

  One Year Later

  It’s been six months since Mac and I got married and every day with him feels like a honeymoon. His physical therapy center has really taken off. We’re even getting patients from out of town coming to our facility. And whatever doubts I had about the apparel I design not doing well have been quashed. The clothing line is a huge success. They are a big hit with sports enthusiasts, and even some celebrities have been seen working out in the yoga line we put out. We’ve made enough so that not a single person who comes into the gym has to pay any outrageous co-pay costs.

  But aside from business, everything else in my life is better than I could’ve ever imagined. I moved into Mac’s house shortly after I made up with Nathan, and I love living next door to my brother. He’s in a serious relationship of his own now. His girlfriend and I are best friends, and oddly enough, Mac and my brother have grown close too.

  Nathan is always at my house watching soccer games with Mac, and on the weekends they play soccer together on a city league. Nathan’s girlfriend and I are their biggest cheerleaders. We sit in the stands with our homemade signs and team colors, cheering them on.

  Mac has been trying to get me pregnant ever since the wedding night—well, we’ve never tried not to get pregnant. It’s not like we were all that careful to begin with. But now he’s more eager than ever to start a family. We’re in a good financial position with the gym, and we’re ho
pelessly happy in love. A family with Mac would be the icing on the cake.

  Tonight I’m so horny I can hardly stand it, but Mac is with Nathan at some promotional event for their gyms. I stayed home because I wasn’t feeling good, but now that my nausea has settled a bit, I can’t think about anything other than getting Mac naked and into our bed.

  I put on my sexiest lingerie, a bralette and crotchless panties—his favorite—and lay in bed with my legs spread. A few minutes later I hear Nathan’s truck pull up and Mac say goodnight to him before he comes into the house.

  “Honey, I’m home,” he calls out the way he usually does. I hear his keys hit the counter and his footsteps down the hall. When he enters the bedroom, he’s pulling off his tie. He freezes when he sees me splayed and ready for him.

  “Well, hello there,” he says with a Cheshire grin.

  “Hey. How was the event?” I ask, sliding my hand between my legs to touch myself.

  “Who cares?” he says and hurries to take off the rest of his clothes.

  I laugh as he stumbles across the room, running into walls and falling to the ground in his haste to undress. He pops back up like a Jack in the Box, and keeps disrobing until he is completely naked and perfectly hard.

  He crawls onto the bed and starts to kiss my toes, making his way up to my ankles, up my shins, and to my knees. His tongue slides along my thighs until he’s between my legs. He exchanges my fingers for his tongue. I moan as it swirls around that sensitive spot. It feels more sensitive than usual for some reason. I’m not due to start my period anytime soon. That’s usually when I start to feel my horniest. Lately it doesn’t seem to matter what time of month it is. I want it. I want him. Maybe it’s just a symptom of our happy marriage?

  When he’s done working me with his tongue he kisses his way up my stomach until he reaches my breasts. He pulls the bralette down, exposing me. My chest heaves and I shiver when he latches onto my nipple with his warm, wet mouth. He sucks on it for several minutes. When he pulls away, he fondles my breast, and looks at me curiously.