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  Their bodies swayed in unison. The song that seduced her the second she walked into the Truth or Dare Club echoed through her whole body.

  So turned-on, Avery belatedly noticed he opened her bedside drawer and took out the variety pack of condoms her girlfriends had packed in her suitcase as a reminder to be safe if she did hook up with a man while on vacation.

  She’d have explained why they were there. But they kept dancing, kept moving and grinding against each other. It was sexier than slow dancing and more intimate, like making love.

  Hazard was obviously more experienced than she was, completely baffling her by the way he’d opened a cardboard box with one hand and took out a condom. He stopped singing long enough to wrench the packet open and take out the latex.

  “Roll it on me,” he encouraged, offering the protection to her care.

  Shaking a little, Avery shifted enough to watch what she was doing. Hazard had a cock that was a good inch longer than her porn-star-length glass dildo and as thick as his wrist.

  Fascinated with the chance to touch all that steel-hard muscle, she thumbed his satin-soft helmet. His crown was the most sensitive, especially where the bundle of nerves that remained after circumcision gathered at the underside. Concentrating on that spot, she loved hearing him expel a harsh breath.

  “Avery! Sheathe me or I’m gonna fuck you bare.”

  Turning her eyes to his face, she saw his desperate need to fuck written there. A vein throbbed in his jaw. His mouth was hard, tense, his teeth clenched. He was absolutely serious.

  But it was way too soon and way too risky. They had a week together, maybe even more vacations together in the future, not a lifetime. Refusing to be sad or tense up, she inclined her head and sheathed him with a neon-purple ribbed condom.

  Unbidden, she laughed. “Oh my god, now I know what the Grape Ape’s cock must have looked like.”

  “You can laugh. Your dick’s not glowing purple. As it is, I might blow before you put one of those superb legs of yours up over my arm. If you dare, drape it up here on my shoulder.”

  “I can’t…” Could she? Did she have the flexibility to put her leg up on his shoulder?

  Her legs were long, but she’d never tried something that daring. It was the dare that got her. Hazard had figured her out. Daring her was the same as waving a red flag in front of a bull.

  “Might need a little help,” she admitted, not exactly sure how they’d do it standing like this.

  He smiled softly, becoming serious when she hooked her leg behind his calf and slid it upward to his hip. Hooking one arm behind her back, he steadied her as he caught her ankle with his other hand and helped her hook her leg just above his elbow.

  She might eventually get to her leg to his shoulder, but for now she was spread open as far as she could possibly go. Thank goodness he was strong. Not once did she worry that he would drop her or let her fall over.

  “Now we dance,” he said.

  Instead of singing, he hummed, the deep sound weaving a tantalizing web of desire low in her feminine core. He thrust his hips, his cock slipping unerringly into her slit, pushing in increment by increment, further still.

  “Trevor, you feel amazing,” she murmured, aware she’d said his first name.

  She hoped he didn’t care. All she cared about right then was moving her hips in unison with his. Face-to-face like this was curiously romantic, establishing a connection between them that enhanced the beauty of sex.

  Sweetly, he leaned in close, kissing her lips as they swayed and rocked in unison. He felt huge, significant. The massive size of him took her breath away. Her vagina was stretched, yet she didn’t mind. He fit exactly as she needed.

  He was beautiful, a gorgeous man strong enough to hold her steady and help her move with subtle pressure from his arm at her back. But she suddenly needed him deeper. Harder would be even better.

  In complete accord with her, he drew back, withdrawing.

  “Let’s get you more comfortable,” he urged, letting her leg down, then walking her backward until the backs of her knees hit the soft bed.

  Carefully, he guided her to lie back with her feet planted on the floor. He went down to kneel on the floor, revealing he was so tall that he could push his hips between her thighs, spreading her wide open and thrusting into her.

  This time, his cock filled her deeper than any time they’d fucked so far, making her extremely aware of his masculinity. “Mercy be, that feels good,” Avery breathed out, clenching her inner muscles in an attempt to hold him right there forever.

  “You okay with this, baby?” he asked.

  “Way better than okay, I feel like a butterfly.”

  “That’s what the position is called, the butterfly. Does it feel good?”

  “It’d be better if you’d move.”

  “As my butterfly commands,” he granted, easing out slowly, pushing in and establishing an intimate claim that was as powerful as it was deep.

  Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he spread her impossibly wider, thrusting faster, harder. He had such strength, yet such tenderness as a lover that Avery found herself grabbing for purchase to keep from touching herself.

  “Rub yourself if you want to,” he said, proving how observant he was. “Nothing’s forbidden between us.”

  Avery didn’t need to be told twice. If she’d been with Timothy, he’d have refused any position except basic missionary and occasionally something he considered wilder, like her on top so she could do all the work. Had she tried to touch herself in the process, he’d have gotten angry.

  With Hazard, he wanted her to be pleasured. If that pleasure came from their combined thrusting and her masturbating, he was fine with it.

  Encouraged and needing to come, Avery slid her hand down her abdomen, liking her own soft touch. “All over, touch your tits, squeeze them and imagine me biting the tips.”

  “Umm, yes, oh, yes,” she murmured, shifting upward to tweak her nipples. Flinging her head in time with his thrusts and her manipulation of her breasts, she used both hands.

  Pleasuring herself had never felt this good. Being more daring, she pinched hard, drawing her nipples taut.

  “Your clit needs attention. Give it some of your loving touch, baby, stroke it,” he told her, his voice so low, it resonated with his own desire.

  Watching his face, Avery sent her left hand skimming slowly down her body until she reached her destination. Her clitoris welcomed her stroke, throbbing in unison with his fierce fucking.

  Powering into her now, he didn’t hold back, neither did she. Rubbing herself off felt glorious, freeing. Climax loomed, drawing on her inner muscles, zinging outward and flinging her right into orbit.

  Hazard kept thrusting. She kept manipulating her pulsing clitoris. Orgasm struck a second time, gripping her hard enough to make her see stars.

  Release, as delicate as a butterfly’s wings, swept through her, centering her. Hazard propelled into her masterfully, losing pace for a second before shaking and grunting with the force of his own climax.

  He slumped over her tummy. His hair fell all around her, brushing her skin.

  “The grip of your pussy when you come makes me horny for more and possessive as fuck,” he uttered, kissing her bellybutton. “You’re an amazing lover, Avery.”

  “Thank you. Only thing is, I’m really hungry now.”

  He lifted his head, his eyes zeroing in on her face. She smiled at him, happier than ever. He frowned, lifting his brow.

  “What’s the matter, Hazard?”

  “No tears,” he answered.

  “No, but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy. My body is plenty happy. If you want me to cry, I’ll do it next time.”

  “I want you to have fun,” he said, drawing out of her to remove his condom and toss it in the trash can by the bed.

  “I am having fun. I’m a lucky woman to have you as my lover. I know we haven’t promised each other more than this week, but I’m open to trying everything wi
th you.”

  “That’s good. I aim to take you on a sensual journey you’ve never imagined.” He stood up, looking at her funny, as if he had something more to say, but couldn’t. “I’ll get your robe.”

  “Did I say something wrong?”

  “No, you said everything right.”

  Hazard made good on his word to get her robe and brought it to her. As soon as she was covered up, he knotted the bath towel around his hips, covering up all his masculine glory.

  Whoa, he was quite an extraordinary man.

  He went over to the cart and picked up her soda, bringing it back to the bed for her to drink. It’d warmed up some. That didn’t matter. It was kind to bring it to her. Thirst quenched, she thanked him with a smile and got off the bed.

  Together, they made their way to the tiny kitchen. Their meals did need to be heated in the microwave. Using one plate, they stacked it with fries to heat them up and then nibbled on them while the burgers were getting zapped.

  He’d been clever in recommending they heat only the meat, and by the time they fixed the burgers with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes and condiments, they had a hot meal.

  They each carried a plate to the small table for two in the kitchenette and sat down.

  “I was wondering about something,” she said after she was three bites in on the delicious cheeseburger.

  “Go on,” he said, squeezing out a packet of ketchup on his plate.

  “Why didn’t you go to Alex and Ryan’s wedding in July? They invited you. I was part of making the guest list. I’d have liked to have seen you.”

  “Bet you helped plan much of the wedding,” Hazard said.

  “I did what I could from Louisville. After Alex recovered, he and Ryan took ownership of Druid Creek Castle and made it a B&B. Life was busy for them and me, since I had to work.”

  “Are you glad you moved to Massachusetts?”

  “Definitely, I’d needed a change and Ryan offered me a job that pays well, with excellent benefits. Even better, he’s open to suggestions from his physical therapist.”

  “What suggestions?”

  “For one, he’s agreed to turn one of my PT areas into a spa. Therapeutic massages can be incredibly healing when patients are recovering. Of course, I do more than massage, I help patients recover from surgery, keep them active and redevelop muscle after their bones have healed.”

  “It’s an excellent profession. The idea to include a spa atmosphere is good.”

  “Doc sure thought so. He believes healing is as much mental as it is physical. As grueling as PT can be, why shouldn’t patients experience aromatherapy or be treated to a hot rock massage after an intense session with me?”

  “Let me ask you something,” Hazard requested. “Have you always wanted to be a physical therapist?”

  Avery hadn’t missed that he’d deflected her question about why he didn’t attend Alex and Ryan’s wedding. She doubted Hazard had something against same-sex marriages, but she sensed he had his reasons for directing the questions to her.

  “When I was in college, I’d thought about nursing and then attended a seminar on massage. I’d entertained getting a license to be a massage therapist.”

  “At a guess, I’d say your daddy didn’t like that idea.”

  “Oh no,” she said, shaking her head. “He went ballistic, exclaiming to Mom that he was not sending me to an exemplary institution only to have me ruin my life by doing something hippies would do.”

  “Ouch,” Hazard said after swallowing a French fry.

  She picked up a sweet potato fry and bit into it. It was delicious. Swallowing it down, she drank some soda, then admitted, “Mom is the one who suggested physical therapy. Once I looked into it, I discovered she was right.”

  “Do you regret not going for the massage license?”

  “Not at all,” she said. “After I graduated college and was board certified in PT, I took classes in massage on my own time. On Saturdays, I worked at a salon in my neighborhood.”

  “What about Timothy, he didn’t object?”

  “Our dates were sporadic and we didn’t get serious until we graduated from college and he went to work for a law firm. Once I found a job, I had my own place, my own life. Timothy was a part of it, but he was too busy with his own political agenda to really care about what I was doing.”

  “If you didn’t love him, you should have broken things off with him before discovering he had a temper or a pension for cheating on you.”

  “He was handpicked by my father. Dating was something I struggled with through high school and college, primarily because I had bodyguards and guys were more interested in meeting my dad or brother.”

  She nibbled on more fries, thinking about how much to reveal. “Dating Timothy became a habit. Daddy wanted it. He came from the right family, was Republican. The one time I fell for someone I’d thought wasn’t impressed by the Grant family name was a total disaster.”

  “Tell me about him.”

  “Only if you answer my original question about why you didn’t attend Alexander and Ryan’s wedding.”

  Hazard picked up his soda and sipped from the can, swallowing. “I was committed to a camping trip with friends that weekend. It’s an annual trek into the wilderness. We get shitfaced drunk and tell the world to fuck off.”

  “Sometimes telling the world to fuck off is liberating.”

  “It certainly can be. I called Alex and explained. He understood.”

  “You don’t have to say more. I guess it’s safe to admit I’m relieved to know you didn’t object to his marriage to Doc.”

  “I like Doc. I was invited up to the castle for a weekend of contract negotiations. They pulled out all the stops and treated me like a king. They’re a great couple and I wish them well.”

  “That’s nice to hear.” Avery ate more fries, washing them down with her drink.

  “Avery, tell me about him,” Hazard urged gently.

  “My big mistake, you mean?”

  “If you’re willing to talk about it, I’d like to know.”

  Liking the fact that he wouldn’t press if she objected, Avery rocked back in her surprisingly comfortable chair and looked at the man across from her.

  “Gary was one of my bodyguards,” she confessed. “I’d not known he was a guard originally. My dad arranged for a team of them to protect me when I was away at school.”

  “Where’d you attend college?”

  “University of Kentucky, go Wildcats,” she cheered. “Our basketball team was second to none and still is awesome.”

  “Tell me more about Gary.” Leaning forward some, he turned his head in such a way that his hair fell back from his face. Whoa, he was gorgeous. As much as she was physically attracted to him, it felt as if she was talking to a best friend.

  “There were a lot of reasons my father was so protective of me. He’s the same with Charlotte. It’s only since Alexander and Ryan got together that I understood his motivation.”

  “Reasons you can’t say?” he asked without pressing.

  “Yes. As to Gary, he was a trained bodyguard who looked young enough to attend college. My parents didn’t want me to feel as though the guards were haunting my every step, so I didn’t realize his purpose in my life until it was too late.”

  “He was undercover.”

  “That’s the best way to explain it. To me, he was different. He didn’t question me about my dad or family. He focused on…me.”

  “What happened?”

  “As you can guess, I developed a huge crush on him. We went to movies and parties together, hung out at the library or our dorm room. Several times, he seemed interested in more than friendship, but he wouldn’t touch me beyond the occasional hug. At parties, if there was alcohol, he’d watch over me, but never really had more than a beer. But then it happened.”

  “What?”

  “I kissed him. One kiss melded into another. We made out on my bed and I’d offered my virginity and…”

 
; “Okay, that much I don’t need to hear.” Hazard finished his Coke and set it aside. He’d nibbled on his food throughout their conversation. Half his burger was gone and all of his fries.

  “Sorry,” Avery hastily apologized, uncertain why she’d said that much.

  “It’s all right. Keep going.”

  “To make a long story short, he turned me down, then admitted he was my bodyguard and he’d have to quit working for my father if we’d had sex.”

  “That had to hurt.”

  “I was heartbroken and angry.”

  “Don’t misunderstand, but it sounds like Gary was trying to do the right thing.”

  “I know that now. I fell for him, not the other way around. He was simply doing his job. He liked me as a friend. I’d been the one to romanticize the situation.”

  “Not to mention you were on your own, trying in your own way to rebel without damaging your family’s reputation. Don’t blame yourself. What Gary and your father should have done was tell you up front as to why you needed an undercover guard.”

  “That about sums it up, yes. My one true heartbreak wasn’t even the result of a lost love. I’d never had him in the first place. I think I buried myself into my relationship with Timothy because it seemed safer. You can’t have your heart broken if your heart’s not involved.”

  “Part of you knew Timothy wasn’t the love of your life.”

  “Sadly, it took me a while to realize I could succeed without Timothy or any man to hinder me from showing everyone that there’s more to me than a dutiful daughter. I have Alexander to thank for that.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “My brother’s stronger than I’d given him credit for. I think I’d always known he’s gay. My parents did too. But growing up in a place known for bigotry wasn’t easy for him and he hid it from everyone, including himself, making bad choices. It’s complicated.”

  “I can only imagine,” Hazard said.

  “Suffice it to say he’s been hurt way more than anyone should have to suffer. And I’ve never been prouder of being Alexander’s sister than when he told my parents that Ryan was the man he loved.”