I jacked him slowly, as though his phone wasn’t blowing up on the bedside table and we had all the time in the world. As if I’d kissed him properly instead of dying inside cos I hadn’t. You kissed Orla instead. No. That wasn’t it. Wanting them both was churning me up inside, but not because there were two of them. My blood rushed south for Nash, in this moment and every one I’d lived through since I’d set eyes on him all those years ago, but the inferno I carried for his beautiful girl burned as bright. As hot. I thought of her as Nash’s cock filled my hand and his strong legs trembled. Of
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