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again,
but he felt the orgasm building, his balls tightening, his arousal fueled by
her gasps, her caresses, her tight body. He rolled his hips so his pubic hair
caressed her clit.
    She
gasped and stilled, so he did it again and again until she softened and
shuddered around him, her soft cries muffled in his shoulder. She dug her
fingertips into the muscles of his shoulder as her cunt clasped around him in a
pulsing rhythm, as she angled closer as if to drain every last drop of
pleasure.
    Only
then did he give in to the release that held him, and let himself come deep
inside her. The hot pulses seemed to come from his toes, the pleasure weakening
the muscles of his calves, thighs and buttocks before he dropped over her,
pressing his head against the tile as he struggled to catch his breath. This,
this was what he’d planned this weekend. This and more of this.
    He
wished Zach to hell.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter
Four
     
    Jill
woke cold, despite Ethan’s body heat at her back. She shifted to see Zach was
awake and at the small table by the window, eating one of the packaged snacks he’d
brought back yesterday.
    “Is
the heater on?” She sat up and reached for Ethan’s shirt at the foot of the bed
before she realized he’d need it. She grabbed her sweatshirt instead.
    “Yeah,
pretty much constantly. Only so much it can do.” He didn’t disguise his
appreciation as she tugged the sweatshirt over her bare breasts. “You might
have considered pajamas.”
    “I’d
planned to be naked in a suitably warm hotel room all weekend.” She slid her
jeans on over her bare skin, then pulled on socks and padded over to join Zach,
not wanting to disturb Ethan, who slept on his back, one arm above his head. He
hadn’t stirred, despite her movements.
    “I
think you broke him.” Zach nodded toward Ethan.
    “He’ll
recover.” She grinned. “I hope.” She carefully opened the paper bag to see what
other offerings Zach had brought. Sweet pastries, all of them, cinnamon rolls,
fake coffee cake, powdered doughnuts. “You have the palate of an
eight-year-old.”
    Zach
dusted powdered sugar from his hands onto a napkin spread on the table. “I never
would have thought he’d go for something this kinky.” He lifted an eyebrow at
her. “You?”
    Her
mouth went dry at the memory of what the three of them had done, at what he’d
seen her do. Would he treat her differently today? Her stomach tightened at the
idea that he might. “I think as long as he knows where my feelings lie, he can
deal.” She selected the chocolate cupcakes and ripped open the cellophane.
    Being
Zach, he didn’t let it go. In fact, the only thing in his life he wasn’t
tenacious about was relationships. “I thought the two of you were going into
the bathroom to talk last night, not fuck. Hell, I didn’t think either of you
had it in you.”
    She
didn’t want to talk to Zach about that. She wanted to keep that part private. “I
think we just needed time to ourselves, is all.”
    “Jealous,
is he?”
    Not
that. She’d sensed a distance in him, when the three of them had been together,
that she hadn’t felt in him during their flirtation. She hadn’t felt it in the
bathroom, not once they kissed. “If he was jealous, I don’t think we would have
come this far.” She sat at the little table, keeping it between herself and
Zach. She hadn’t thought this through. After a year, she had made herself
vulnerable to him again, and while her emotions weren’t involved, she might be
sending the wrong message. “So what happened last night that brought all this about?”
She waved her hand toward the bed. “Did you say something to him?”
    “I
may have mentioned you were adventurous.”
    “Adventurous.”
A ball of dread formed in her stomach. She hadn’t told Ethan just quite how
wild she’d been before her year of celibacy.
    “That
you liked to play games. I thought it was fun, though I would have liked to get
more deeply involved.”
    He
sent