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fuck your ass instead of your pussy?”
    She remained frozen, unable to speak as his finger worked circles around the tight hole.
    “I’m…not sore,” she said, realizing the alternative.
    “No?”
    He pressed against her asshole until it gave way.
    A long, low moan escaped her lips and she could almost hear the pleased smile on his face. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
    She shook her head as his cock entered her pussy slowly. His finger still worked her asshole. “No, Sir,” she said, lifting her hips to him.
    His hands closed over her plump buttocks and while one finger worked her anus, he began fucking her pussy. “I think I won’t spank you after all this morning. In fact, I have a special treat in mind,” he said, moving slowly. “I can’t resist your pretty little bottom,” he said, his thrusts coming shorter and faster now. “I’d like to fuck that sexy little hole tonight, Emma. Will you give it to me?”
    “Ah…”
    “Please answer me,” he said, fucking her harder.
    “Yes. Oh god, yes. Yes, Sir, yes…” With that, she came as he filled her pussy with his cock and her asshole with his finger. “Oh…” Her knees gave way beneath her, but he held her by her hips and fucked her until he drew a second orgasm from her, her muscles milking his cock.
     
    * * *
     
    The last piece of bread popped up from the toaster as Emma made her way into the kitchen.
    “Shirt looks good on you,” he said. He’d given her one of his button-down shirts to wear for now.
    “Thanks,” she said, settling on the same stool as last night.
    “Still take your coffee black?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she said. He’d remembered. “Thanks.” She took the steaming cup of coffee from his hands and sipped. “Mmm.”
    He settled next to her and put two pieces of toast on her plate. “Why aren’t you talking to Nate?” he asked, buttering his bread.
    She gave him a look, then focused on spreading strawberry jam on her toast. “When was the last time you talked to him?” she asked.
    “A couple of months ago,” he said, his expression guarded. They usually spoke five or six times a year and saw each other less. “What about you?”
    “He always manages to track me down so I just figure it’s easier to check in now and again.”
    “Why? You used to be close. I thought after your parents’ death, that bond would grow.”
    “That first year after it happened,” she began, keeping her expression neutral. “I wasn’t sure if either of us were going to make it. Nate lost it for a while.” She dropped her toast on her plate and sipped her coffee. “I don’t know if you know the details.”
    “I’ve tried to talk to him about it, but he just shuts down,” Luke said.
    “You know that he was driving, right?”
    Luke nodded. “It was in the papers. I wanted to reach out to him, but…” It had happened just weeks after the incident with Julie. “Emma, I was…am…so sorry about what happened with Julie. If I could take it back…”
    “But you can’t, that’s the trick, Luke. You can’t.” She was surprised at the bitterness of her tone. “None of us can take back the stupid bullshit we’ve done to fuck up our lives. Joke’s on us, huh?” Her chuckle turned into something else, but she didn’t cry. “Anyway, it sucks that it had to be you, but you weren’t the only one.”
    “What do you mean?” he asked.
    “She showed up at the house a few weeks after my parents died. Nate was drunk.” She checked his expression and decided to explain. “He drank a lot that year,” she said. “He blamed himself for the accident,” she offered. “Anyway, I told her to go to hell, but she pushed her way in, insisting on seeing Nate. Well, he was angry and drunk, not a good combination. He didn’t hold back and when she realized he wasn’t interested in taking her back, she let loose and told him everything. You were just a drop in a rather large lake, it seems,” she finished, more angry now