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Fuck, I had no argument against that. It took me a while to get back into it, but I found my rhythm. This time, Sawyer was watching me, firing me on.

“You were born to fuck hard,” he said in a low, sultry tone. “The way your muscles move when you take me is so fucking sexy. Pound me, Jack. Fuck me hard. Let me feel every inch of that fat cock of yours.”

The man had a filthy mouth on him…and I loved it. I’d never had sex like this, so raw and dirty and uninhibited. I didn’t have to hold back, didn’t have to keep my strength in check. I let loose on his ass…and he loved it. Hell, he got hard again—not a given at our age.

It didn’t take long to bring myself to the edge, and I didn’t need to prolong it, so I let go. My legs, my back, my ass, everything seized, and I hung in suspension for a beat, two, three, and then erupted. The most unholy moan flew from my lips as I emptied inside him, filling the condom.

“Jesus, look at you,” Sawyer said. “The most beautiful sight in the world.”

Finally, my body stopped shaking, and I pulled out, holding on to the condom. I didn’t miss the slight wince on Sawyer’s face. Yeah, I bet he was sore now. Pure discipline had me taking off the condom and tying it before flinging it toward the bathroom floor, where it landed with a wetplop. I’d clean that up later.

My arms trembled, my muscles shot from the exertion, and I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. Everything hurt, from my shoulders to my biceps and my ass and my legs. God only knew what muscle groups I’d used, but this had certainly been the best strenuous exercise.

Sawyer crawled over and put his head on my shoulder, and I flung my arm around him to pull him close. “That was spectacular,” he said softly.

“Gimme a minute to reboot. I don’t have words right now.”

His chuckle was low. “You gave it your all, big guy.”

“I sure tried.”

My heart rate slowed as I held him, tracing circles on his back and breathing in his smell.

“I needed that,” Sawyer said with a happy sigh. “Let me tell you, a guy who fucks like you just do is damn hard to find.”

My ego swelled, and I held back my chuckle. Such a stupid thing to be proud of, but I couldn’t help it. “I can assure you it was entirely my pleasure.”

“I could use another shower.”

“Same. In about fifteen minutes. When I can move again.”

“Sounds like a plan. And who knows, maybe I can start paying off my debt to you in the shower.”

I snorted. “My refractory period isn’t what it used to be. Sorry to disappoint you.”

He rolled sideways, propped his head on his elbow, and grinned. “Is that a challenge?”

He won.

4

SAWYER

My night with Jack had been…

Here I was, two hours after Jack had given me a last slow, sensual kiss before returning to his room, and I still didn’t have the words. What had happened between us defied all description. We had chemistry, a connection I’d never experienced with anyone else, one that went so much deeper than mere physical attraction. How was that possible?

We’d exchanged numbers, in itself a violation of my usual hookup rules, but I wasn’t yet ready to let him go. Jack wasn’t sure if he’d have time the rest of the weekend because he was here with his son, but the same was true for me. All Lucas had told me was that he and Romero were getting married in a private ceremony. I’d been elated to be invited. Lucas and I had experienced some rough periods in our relationship—mostly caused by Justin—so I hadn’t asked too many questions.

Romero was a good guy, as far as I could tell. I’d only met him twice, but he’d been polite, smart, and looked at Lucas with little red hearts in his eyes. He loved my son. What more could a father want?

I took another shower, sad to wash off the last remnants of my night with Jack, got dressed, and ate some fresh fruit. I rarely ate much for breakfast, and Lucas had informed me we’d be going out for lunch. Romero’s parents would be there as well, I assumed. Oh wait, hadn’t his mother passed away? Yeah, I was pretty sure he’d been raised by his father. Kudos to the man for doing a great job.

Lucas would be wearing a dark blue suit, so I chose a linen, sand-colored summer suit. I didn’t want to outdo the grooms, who had considerably less money to spend on their outfits than I did. I’d offered to pay, but Lucas had refused, stating they wanted to buy them. Hopefully, I could at least contribute to their honeymoon.

My hair was styled easily enough with a dollop of gel and a spritz of sea salt spray, and after dabbing on Spicebomb, I was ready to go. We were meeting in front of the wedding chapel, but as always, I was a few minutes early, a habit that had annoyed Justin to no end. Jesus, I needed to stop thinking about him. It had been ten years. More than enough time to let go. Was it Lucas getting married that had brought him back to the forefront of my mind?

Then I spotted my son, and all thoughts of my asshole ex-husband were forgotten. He and Romero were dressed in identical blue suits with crisp white shirts and little pink bow ties, looking adorable. They made a handsome pair, and love filled my heart.