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I set her down on her bed and quickly undress myself as she yanks her bedding back, then covers herself with the sheet. She's lying near the edge of the bed and I kneel down next to it and kiss her. I slip my hand under the sheet, over her flat stomach, and keep going, noticing she took her panties off. She arches her hips into my hand, wanting me to repeat what I did to her the other night. So I do, and just like before, I've barely started and she's already there.

I hurry and find my wallet and yank a condom out and put it on. Then I shove the sheet aside and lie over her, my mouth covering hers, our tongues tangling. I nudge her legs farther apart and shift into place. Lightning flashes outside the window and I thrust inside her just as a boom of thunder shakes the room. It startles her and she grabs my shoulders.

I kiss her, then say, "You okay?"

I feel her lips smile against my mouth. "Better than okay."

She wraps her legs around me, allowing me to go deeper. I groan in response, letting her know how much I like it, then I pull out and thrust into her again.
 

Rain is pelting the windows, lightning bolts streaking through the room, followed by the crashing sound of thunder. I find myself rocking in and out to the rhythm of the rain, going faster and deeper each time the thunder hits.

I've never done it during a storm, but fuck, it's hot. The pounding rain, the crashing booms of thunder, combined with the feel of Kira beneath me. It's like a movie, except it's real and might just be the hottest damn thing I've ever experienced. Or maybe it's just Kira. Being with her is...I thrust into her again, and shit, it feels better than anything I've felt before, and I've been with more girls than I'd care to admit.

Kira's legs tighten around me, her body tenses up, and she arches back, her nails digging in my back. She's there, coming apart in my arms, moaning out my name. I continue thrusting into her until I'm coming apart myself, gripping the sheet and cursing under my breath as it hits me.

We're both left panting, our bodies soaked in sweat.

I remain over her, catching my breath. "That was a good workout." I smile.

She smiles back. "Yeah. I wonder how many calories we burned."

"I don't know, but I didn't get to the gym today so I'm gonna have to do that a few more times."

She laughs. "I already worked out so I'm done for today. You'll have to find someone else."

I put my eyes on hers. "Don't even say that. I told you, I don't cheat."

"I know. I was just joking around."

"Well, don't joke about that. I know I have a lot of girls coming up to me but I'd never do anything with them. I need you to know that, okay?"

"Yeah." Her hand is behind my neck, gently massaging it.

I close my eyes. "God, that feels good."

"As good as what we just did?"

"Hell no." I smile. "Nothing compares to that."

"It was good, wasn't it?"

I open my eyes. "Just good? Shit. I thought it was freaking amazing, but if
you
didn't, then—"

"No, that's not what I meant. It was more than good. It was..." She pauses. "Okay, this is kind of embarrassing but...that was the best sex I've ever had."

Now I'm grinning like a fool, but I can't help it. What guy doesn't love hearing that? Especially from a girl you really like and have feelings for.

"Why is that embarrassing?" I ask.

"I don't know. Maybe because it implies I don't have much experience."

"Or it implies I'm just really good at it." I smile.

She rolls her eyes, smiling. "Yeah, I guess it does. Congratulations."

"I'm kidding. I don't know if I'm good at it, but I try."

"Trust me. You're good at it. Even if I had more experience, I'm sure that would've been the best sex I've ever had."

I'm wondering exactly how much experience she's had. She said it wasn't much so does that mean she's only had sex a few times? Or with only one guy? I don't want to think about it. I don't want my mind even going there. I don't want to imagine her with anyone but me.

A flash of lightning fills the room, followed by a boom of thunder. Kira grabs onto me.

"You scared?" I ask.

"No." She relaxes her grip on my shoulders. "That was just really loud."

"I like thunderstorms. I like listening to the rain."

"Me too."
 

I kiss her. "I'll be right back." I leave her room and go across the hall to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I get back, she's lying on her side, gazing out at the storm. I sneak in behind her, wrapping my arm around her.

"I think the storm is passing," she says. "At least the lightning part. It's still raining."

It's now a steady rain, pelting the windows.

"I used to think rain was music," I tell her.

"You did?" I hear the smile in her voice.

"Yeah. Back when I was like three or four I used to get scared during bad storms so my mom made up this story. She said storms are God's band. That the rain is the keyboard and the thunder is the drums. She said that sometimes when God's bored, he puts on a concert for all of us, and sometimes he even adds a light show which is the lightning. After she told me that, I wasn't scared anymore. I actually believed her."

I've never told anyone that story. It's too personal. A memory of my mom and me. Something only my family knows. And yet for some reason I told Kira.

"Is that when you got interested in music?" she asks.

"It was even before that. When I was like two, my mom took me to a music class for toddlers. She noticed I was always banging on stuff with spoons, which I'm sure a lot of toddlers do, but my mom thought I was trying to make music. So she took me to this music class and apparently I got really into it."

"You did?" She laughs. "Like how?"

"My mom said I'd run in the room as soon as I got there and start playing the instruments. And when the class was over, I didn't want to leave. So my parents bought me some kid instruments to play at home. That's when my music career started. Well, I guess it's not really my career but you know what I mean."

"Why don't you make it your career?"

"What? Music?"

"Yeah. If it's what you love doing, then maybe you should be doing that instead of construction."

"I've thought about it, but I don't know how I'd make a living. The band barely gets paid enough to cover our expenses."

"Maybe if you talked to that guy in the music industry, he could help you out."

"I'm not sure what he could do for me, but I guess I could give him a call. The thing is, I'm not really sure what I want to do. I know I should have it all figured out by now but I don't."

"I'm the same way. I feel like there's all this pressure on me to decide what I want to do for the rest of my life, but I don't feel ready to decide. It's a big decision, you know?"

"Yeah. Although I don't have to pick a major so it's easier for me. I never even considered going to college. It was always either construction or play music."

"Do you like working construction?"

"Yeah, I do. I like building things. And I like doing the renovation stuff, making something look new again. So if I had to do that for the rest of my life, I wouldn't mind. I just don't want to do the business side of it. My brothers are starting to do all that shit and now my dad wants
me
to, but I want to stay out of it. For me, the best part of my job is the creating and building part."

"Do you ever get to actually create stuff? Like from your own ideas?"

"Sometimes. I've created some tile designs for floors and backsplashes. And last year we had this lady who wanted some unique lightning for her kitchen but couldn't find anything so I made her some light fixtures out of these antique jars she had in her basement. Jake did the wiring. He's better with electrical stuff than me."

"Did she like it? The light fixture?"

"She liked it so much she gave me a gift card for the guitar store, even after she'd paid us for the job. She knew I was in a band. She still calls me sometimes just to say how much she loves that light fixture. The jars used to be her mom's so now she gets to see them every day."

"You should do more of that stuff."

"I will if I get the opportunity. That's the kind of thing I'd like to do more of. It's a lot more fun than hanging drywall."

We're both still gazing out the window at the steady rain. She's curled up in front of me, my arm around her.

I like this. Being with her like this. Talking to her. I've never once laid in bed and talked to a girl after sex. I either fall asleep or get up and leave. So this is new for me. I also never talk that much about myself. Not because I don't want to, but because girls usually aren't interested. They're dating me because I'm in a band, and a Wheeler, and they like how I look. They don't care about my job, or my past, or anything else personal.

"So how about you?" I ask. "Any ideas for what you want to do?"

"No." She laughs. "I have absolutely no idea. I thought I'd be doing—" She stops suddenly, then says, "I mean, I guess maybe something in sports or fitness. Those are the things that interest me the most. But really, I have no idea."

"When do you have to pick a major?"

"I'm not sure. I'd have to ask my advisor. For now, I'm just taking general classes." She takes a deep breath. "I don't want to talk about school. Talking about it stresses me out." She scoots back and presses into me. "I just want to lie here and watch the rain."

The feel of her body pressed against mine has my dick ready to go again. It was already halfway there just lying next to her but now that it feels her ass rubbing against it, it's throbbing, wanting inside her again.

"You up for a workout?" I ask, my hand sliding down between her legs.

"I already worked out today." She grinds her ass into me and I see the side of her mouth turn up.

"I haven't. And you doing what you're doing right now tells me you might be interested. If not, that's fine, but you can't keep your ass there."

She flips over and gets on top of me, straddling me, and showing off those full, beautiful breasts.

"Is this better?" She smiles.

I smile back. "Yeah. That'll work."

She reaches over to her nightstand and gets a condom and puts it on me, her hand working me as she does. I grab her ass and position her and she sinks down on me. Shit, she feels good. And now I get to look at her, and touch her.

She leans down and I kiss her, then say, "Just a reminder, I work out for at least an hour a day."

She smiles, and I kiss her again and we resume our workout. Fuck the gym. This is way better.

Kira

Austin left an hour ago and I already miss him. He spent the night, but we didn't get much sleep. And not just because we were having sex. We spent a lot of time talking. He told me about his brothers and his dad and he talked about how hard it was for all of them when his mom died.

I was surprised he told me all that, but I'm finding that Austin is really open about his past and who he is and how he feels. If I ask him something, he answers, honestly and completely. I'm not used to that. I'm used to guys not wanting to talk about anything personal. But I like that Austin is that way. It makes me feel closer to him.

When it was my turn to talk, I told him more about my family and some of my friends I left back home. I didn't talk about gymnastics, even though I really wanted to. It's a huge part of my life and I want to tell him about it, but then I'd have to tell him what happened to my leg and I don't want to. I'm moving on from that and focusing on the future, still believing I'll have a chance to compete again.

In between talking, we had sex. The kind of sex I thought only happened in movies. I'd always see those scenes with the girl gripping the sheets, moaning, yelling as the big moment hit, and I'd think that's crazy. That no one reacts that way. I certainly hadn't. Until last night. Austin took my body on a ride that had me responding in ways I never thought I could. Now I know the movies aren't lying. Sex that great really does exist, which is why we did it multiple times.

My phone dings with a text from Austin.
Be there at noon to pick you up.

Great. See you then.

I smile. Just getting a text from him makes me smile. Is it because of the sex? Having sex with a guy changes things, or at least it does for me. It makes me feel more attached to him. More emotionally committed. That's why I could never have a one-night stand. I'd be too much of a mess the next day. I'd want to see the guy again, and talk to him, which goes completely against the rules of a one-night stand. I don't know how Amber did it.

Amber! I totally forgot to tell her about Dylan. There's an example of a one-night stand gone wrong. Instead of moving on from that night, the two of them are still obsessed with each other months later.

I fling open my door and run across the hall to Amber's room. It's empty. She's still not home, and she wasn't home yesterday so I haven't had a chance to talk to her.

I keep going back and forth about whether I should tell her or not. Part of me thinks I shouldn't, but I have to, right? She has to know Dylan wants her. I know she said she doesn't want to be with him, but if she knows how he feels, maybe she'll change her mind.

As I'm going back to my room, I hear the front door open. I race to the living room and see her coming in, her hair messed up and her clothes wrinkled.

"Hey." I walk up to her. "Rough night?"

She laughs as she closes the door. "No. I just fell asleep in my clothes."

"Were you with Matt?" I follow her to the kitchen.

"Yeah." She opens the fridge. "Where else would I be?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm wondering why you were sleeping in your clothes if you were with Matt. I thought you guys were um...past that point."

"We are." She takes the orange juice from the fridge and pours herself a glass. "But he keeps the air conditioning turned up really high in his apartment so after we did it, I put my clothes back on to sleep in."

She could've just told him to turn the air off. Or she could've snuggled up to him to keep warm. I was toasty warm snuggled up next to Austin last night without a stitch of clothing on.