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muscles around him, urging him on, urging him to push in deeper.
    Then his other hand moved again at my asshole. With one hand he worked my ass, and the other my clit, and as he thrust deep into me, I screamed and screamed and could not stop.
    It was a climax like nothing else I’d ever experienced. The terrible, awful torturous need made my orgasm explode with a thunder that I’d never before experienced. It shook me to the core and I shivered against his hands, clutching his cock and milking it with only the muscles deep inside my body to help me.
    “Come with me,” I moaned, the waves of orgasm still rippling through my body. “Lucas, please, come—”
    He pulled out and I heard him gasp. His hot seed splashed over my lower back, spilling down over my ass.
    One more time.
    I closed my eyes. The world had a heartbeat, and everything was pulsing through me like air, like water, like the best feeling I’d ever had or would ever have. It was perfect.
    It was perfect, but it wouldn’t last.
    One more time.
    His hands ran over my skin, my rumpled clothes, and still I kept my eyes closed. Still I didn’t move. If I moved, it would be over, and I didn’t want it to be over. Not yet.
    One more time…

Chapter Four
    Lucas
    My workout room was a temple that I shared with only my closest friends. Clint and Jake were both there now, trying to keep up with the insane amount of weight that I’d loaded onto the bar. After my last experience with Steph— the last experience with her?—I was wrecking myself to erase the memory of her mouth on my cock.
    Unsuccessfully, I might add.
    Clint and Jake were no help either in helping me forget her.
    “How’s that girl you met at the party?” Clint asked.
    “You owe me a hundred bucks,” I said. “You didn’t get with… uh…”
    “Rachel.”
    “Right, Rachel. You didn’t get with her?”
    From the scowl on Clint’s face, I could tell he hadn’t.
    “Ha!” I said. “I won the bet.”
    “There was no bet,” Clint said, brushing it off. “So you did sleep with her?”
    “Of course.”
    “See?”
    “See what?” I was irritated that he was so cavalier about the whole thing. I liked Steph. Really and truly liked her. It was a shame, then, that she was so insistent on putting an end to a good thing.
    “I knew you could pull it off,” Clint said. “How’d you do it?”
    “I, uh, I flew her to Paris,” I said.
    Jake grinned.
    “I knew that was why you asked me to invite her,” he said.
    “Oh, shut up.”
    “Are you going to get with her again?” Clint asked.
    “I don’t know,” I said, turning away so that they couldn’t see my disappointment.
    Steph had left quickly after the last time. The last time. She didn’t want to see me again, didn’t want to make another mistake .
    I wondered what was so horrible about me that she had to pull herself away. The naked photos, maybe. That had been a stupid idea, but I didn’t really take pictures of anything except skimpily clothed girls. It wasn’t my fault.
    I pushed the bar up and let it clang onto the cage. Clint struggled to lift the weight, then gave up.
    “Start lower,” I said. “Work your way up to the higher weights. What’s your goal?”
    “My goal is to look good naked,” Clint said.
    I rolled my eyes.
    “My goal is to look good in a tux,” Jake said, curling a barbell up to his shoulder.
    “You’re already engaged,” Clint said. “I think you’re allowed to let yourself go if you’re a husband.”
    “I’m not a husband yet,” Jake said, gritting his teeth and curling another rep.
    “How’s being engaged?” I asked.
    “Yeah,” Clint chimed in. “Has she turned into Bridezilla yet?”
    “Nah,” Jake said. “She has painted a dozen different wedding invitations, though, and she can’t decide which one to use.”
    “Just have her keep making new ones until you have enough to send a different one to every guest.”
    “Now that sounds like a plan,” Jake said.
    I took a break