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“Dustin,” she whispered, half wanting him to stop before this got

out of control and half needing him to continue. Maybe if he just

fucked her already she could get them out of her system.

At that moment his fingers were pushing up her one thigh to the

hem of her shorts.

“We should stop,” she panted just as he nibbled on her nipple and

pulled lightly with his teeth. She moaned low, and he looked up at

her. Her heart nearly stopped beating. His eyes looked amazing. They

were dark green with specks of golden yellow. His teeth were slightly

elongated, revealing his ability to partially shift.

Something carnal and needy erupted inside of her as he released

her nipple, held her gaze, and licked across her breast.

“Mine,” he growled low, and that was it. She was on fire from

head to toe. She wanted him, needed him inside of her with every

ounce of whatever he had to give.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

* * * *

Dustin could hear his brother’s voices inside his head. They knew

he was about to make love to Sam. They condoned it, accepted it, and

cheered him on. This was a major step in the right direction. He

wanted her, and tonight he would claim what was rightfully his.

He lifted her off the counter and swiftly placed her on the edge of

the kitchen table. In record speed he ripped her shorts off and lifted her thighs over his shoulders, prepared to taste her cream.

Sam moaned at her flesh being exposed to him. He licked her

from back to front then pressed his tongue between her folds. She

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grabbed at him but couldn’t reach. He felt his beast there with him.

His tongue elongated, and Sam responded with a long, deep moan.

He pressed a finger to her entrance and alternated finger then

tongue, finger then tongue. He had craved her taste forever. Had

fantasized about this moment.

“Please, Dustin,” she begged, and he couldn’t hold off. His cock

wanted in.

As he devoured her, he undid his pants, pushed them down then

stepped out of them. With his tongue he licked a pathway from her

folds, over her muscular, flat abs to the cleavage of her breasts then her mouth.

He kissed her then held her gaze.

“I’ve been waiting too long for this, Sam.” Slowly, he began to

press into her.

* * * *

Sam held on to Dustin’s shoulders. His thick, long shaft slowly

penetrated the walls of her pussy, rubbing along her layer of muscles.

His dick was very large, and he knew it as he took his time to make

his way inside of her.

Sam tried to catch her breath. It had been so long, and she hadn’t

remembered it being this intense and feeling such emotion.

“You’re so tight, Sam. I’m trying to go slow. I don’t want to hurt

you,” he stated between clenched teeth.

Sam wanted him inside her, scratching the itch that had been

building and building all night. She lifted her hips to him and pressed harder against him.

He took it as a sign to move deeper, and when he finally made it

fully inside of her, she growled her release.

“Oh, God, you feel so good,” she told him then nibbled on his

shoulder. That was it for Dustin. The move sent him out of control.

He thrust into her. Rocked his hips against her as he held her thighs
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against his sides. The table creaked, moaned, and groaned beneath

them, but they didn’t care. They were both too caught up in the

moment and in the need they had been fighting for months.

Sam grabbed at him, pressed his face to her breast as he made

love to her. Quick, fast thrusts had them both panting for breath. It went on and on as her insides filled with need for more. It was

outrageous, invigorating, and so empowering that she screamed

another release as Dustin continued to make love to her.

The feel of his engorged cock pressing against her inner layers felt

so good. She had such a feeling of belonging and a connection that it

both scared her and made her weep with emotion.

Everything about him made her desire grow deeper. The feel of

muscle beneath her fingertips and the weight of his thick body over

her, encompassing her smaller frame, turned her on.

Dustin increased his speed. She felt the claws against her hip

bones, and it stirred something primal inside of her.

“Yes!” she screamed as he thrust his hips forward, sending her

hard against the table. Over and over he repeated the deep, fast stokes until he exploded inside of her. She practically felt his essence travel through her body, eliminating any fear or anxiety she had.

Dustin laid his head against her breast as they both panted for air

and held one another close.

* * * *

He tried to control his breathing as he pressed tiny kisses against

Sam’s skin. She tasted delicious, like nothing he ever had before. He

licked her breasts then nipples before making his way to her lips.

When she opened her eyes, she looked content and all his for the

moment.

“That was something else.” She caressed her finger over his

bottom lip.

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He softly thrust into her again, reminding her that he was still

inside of her.

“That was only the beginning.”

* * * *

She felt his words to her soul, and it scared the living daylights

out of her.

Sam turned away as Dustin slowly pulled from her body. He lifted

her from the table, and instead of placing her onto her feet so they

could dress, he lifted her into his arms and carried her from the

kitchen.

They were both completely naked as he walked with her across

the living room.

“What are you doing?” she asked him, completely aware of the

quiver in her voice. She just had incredible sex with Dustin. Hot,

uninhibited sex with a close friend. She didn’t want to cuddle. She

didn’t want it to be anything more than casual sex despite the

emotions and instant connection she felt. It was a mistake to want

more. The trauma and excitement of her near death experience had

apparently led her to making a huge mistake.

“I can practically see the smoke coming from your head, Sam.

Stop over thinking this. It’s been coming, and there’s no use in

denying it.” She couldn’t deny his statement. He was right. The

sexual attraction between them was intense. Obviously, considering a

verbal fight caused them to entertain that sexual attraction. She

nibbled her bottom lip as she thought about the way it happened in the kitchen. He basically called her a bitch, and she deserved it. She had been nothing but one to them to fend off their advances and their

control.

He pulled back the sheets and gently placed her onto the mattress.

Before she could stop him, he got into bed with her. Then he pulled

her against him, taking the covers along with him to cover them both.

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“Close your eyes, and try to get some rest. We’ll talk about this

tomorrow.”

“I don’t believe this. You really need to go,” she demanded, but

he closed his eyes and pulled her tighter against his chest.

The stubborn son of a bitch! This was so Dustin. He was always

in command. Why couldn’t he have just fucked her and left? He got

what he wanted, and she got what she wanted.

She was so angry as she attempted to pull away from him. The

damn muscleman wouldn’t budge. It was useless to fight him, and the

truth of the matter was that she was exhausted. She tried to relax and think this situation through.

Sam was tense against him as she contemplated what was

happening between her and Dustin. She had fantasized about him and

his brothers often over the year. Her imagination couldn’t compare to

the feel of him physically holding her in her own bed and while

completely naked. She analyzed her feelings, including the content

feeling in her body at having sex. Did she feel this content from just releasing sexual tension, or was it solely because of Dustin and the connection she felt while they had sex?

His hand pressed over her backside and pulled her closer against

him. The feel of his still-hard cock against her belly ignited the flame she had been trying to put out. It was just one night. She could deal with this. Even as she closed her eyes and tried to figure out a plan of escape, Dustin kept touching her, caressing her every curve.

Ultimately, making her relax and putting her asleep.

* * * *

The guys were in the kitchen preparing lunch. Sam was still

sleeping despite Dustin moving around, taking a shower, and helping

his brothers downstairs in the kitchen.

He walked back upstairs around twelve fifteen and sat on the bed

watching Sam sleep. She had tossed and turned a little last night and

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moaned a lot in her sleep. He wasn’t quite sure if it was from her

injuries or from the dreams she was having. What he knew for certain

was that she belonged with him and his brothers. They were all

waiting eagerly to see her, but they anticipated her same attitude and determination to ignore her true feelings. They understood that, but it was becoming too difficult to allow the behavior to continue. It’s not the reaction from a woman that they were used to.

He absorbed the shape of her body and the way her long, reddish-

brown hair splayed across the pillows. Her body was even better than

he had imagined it would be. Dustin knew that Sam worked out a lot.

She had come over to their dojo in their house a few times to practice her martial arts or take part of a women’s defense class that he and his brothers offered privately. He chuckled to himself just thinking about the numerous women that tried to flirt and seduce him or his brothers

during the classes. Sam was the one and only woman they wanted to

flirt with. Hell, many of his erotic dreams involved her, a mat, his

martial arts black belt, and his brothers.

Suddenly, Sam sighed then stretched her arms above her head,

causing her abundant breasts to lift past the sheets.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he stated then sat down on the bed next to her.

Sam opened her eyes then closed them tightly as if she were hoping

last night hadn’t happened. He chuckled at her response then leaned

over her.

“It wasn’t a dream, honey. It was real.”

She opened one eye to look at him as she attempted to cover her

breasts with the sheet.

“Go away,” she practically snarled, and he chuckled again as she

attempted to pull up the sheet.

But he had his fist over the other side of her that he was leaning

on, so she couldn’t do it. She attempted to act as if she didn’t care until he touched her nipple and softly played with the tip before

cupping her entire breast.

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“Hey!” she exclaimed and attempted to sit up. Dustin pulled her

back down and lay along with her. That’s when he noticed that she

could only open one eye fully.

“Shit, Sam. Can you open your eye any wider?”

She shook her head. Her expression suddenly somber.

“This is why I told you to ice it last night.”

“Don’t yell at me. You’re the one who said he was getting ice

then disappeared.”

“It was either that or wring your neck for taking the chance you

did with your life,” he practically barked back at her.

“Whatever. Just move.” She tried to push him away to get up from

the bed, but he stopped her.

“Kyle!” he yelled.

“What are you doing? Kyle is here? Oh, my god, they’re all here,

aren’t they? They know what we did last night? Let me up,” she

demanded but Dustin wouldn’t let her.

“Hey, what’s up?” Kyle asked from the doorway.

* * * *

Sam wanted the bed to swallow her up. This was so embarrassing.

How would the others feel about the fact that she slept with Dustin?

“You need to check out her eye, doc. It’s fucking swollen shut.”

Dustin began to move, but Sam had her head under the pillow and

kept her elbows at her side, so Kyle couldn’t see her breasts.

She felt Dustin rub her hair then remove the pillow.

“Stop fooling around, Sam. Kyle needs to see your eye. I’m

worried about you.”

“Maybe I can take a shower and get dressed first,” she mumbled

into the pillow.

“Let him look at it now, Sam.” She recognized that tone of

Dustin’s. He meant business.

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Slowly she turned onto her back, grateful that the sheets now

covered her from feet to breasts as Dustin gently pushed some strands

of hair out of her face. She kept her eyes closed as she took two deep breaths.

Her heart hammered in her chest at the fact that Kyle was in her

bedroom along with Dustin. It was bad enough that she hadn’t had

time to cope with what happened last night.

“Open your eyes, Red. Let me take a look.” Kyle’s voice stirred

something inside of her. She suddenly felt warm and tingly. She

swallowed again.

“I’m fine, Kyle.” She jumped when she felt his hand touch her