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“I’ve wanted you like
this for years, baby,” he says as he draws his stiff cock from his jeans. He’s
going commando, and his heavy balls slide past the zipper. I want him to make
me suck his cock and his bulging testicles, gag me with his dick, unable to
control himself it feels so good. “You’ve made me wait too long. It’s going to
be rough this time.”

“I want it to be
rough,” I insist, spreading my legs even further, digging my fingernails into
the sensitive flesh of my exposed cunt.

Austin pushes his jeans
over the muscular curve of his ass, then leans forward to loom over me again on
hands and knees. The head of his long, straight cock teases my pussy, and I
plant my feet and lift my hips to try to fuck myself on the stiff rod. He makes
a sound part chuckle, part groan, and pulls away from me.

“Beg me for it, Katrina.
After this long, you have to work for the fucking I should have been giving you
all this time. Tell me you want it, and how you want it, and if you’re my dirty
girl, I’ll give you what you deserve.”

One of my fingers
strays to my clit, and I shamelessly play with my tender little nib. “Please
fuck me, Austin. Shove your big cock up my pussy. One hard thrust, all the way
to your balls.”

Grabbing his shaft at
the root, he gives me just the head, and I’m already huffing and moaning. “You
can do better than that, dirty girl,” he taunts, though his voice is strained.
“More.”

“Pound my cunt, Austin.
Oh, fuck, please. I’m so wet and hot for you. It will feel so good for both of
us. Fuck me and come inside me and fill my pussy.”

Something in all that
slutty begging makes him
pull
my hair and claim my
mouth for a ferocious kiss. “You want be to fuck you bare, Katrina?
Without a condom?
You want
my cum
deep in your little cunt?”

I wrap my arms tight
around his shoulders, almost afraid he’ll get away from me. “I do. I’m yours,
Austin. Give me your cum.”

“You’re the only woman
who’ll ever get that from me,” he says before he slams his hips forward and
impales me on eight inches of thick, hard cock.

I squeal, at the sudden
invasion, at the sharp pressure of Austin’s shaft plowing a deep path inside my
cunt. My legs instinctively curl around his thighs, and I buck my hips to take
more even when there isn’t more to take. He pauses there, buried inside me, his
forehead resting on my shoulder.

“So good,” he groans,
his lips moving against my shoulder, his stubble lightly scraping my sensitive
skin. Then he lifts his head. “I love you, Trina.”

Austin’s hips draw
back, as he braces himself over me on his locked arms. Then he rams forward,
driving his long dick up my pussy. This isn’t a warm, slow build. Austin is
biting his lip and hammering his cock feverishly into me right
form
the start, while I arch and writhe and whimper beneath
him. I squeeze my eyes shut and toss my head, swept up in waves of sensation
pulling me away from the real world, from everything that has happened today
and over the last few years.

“Katrina,” Austin
grates in a firm voice. “Open your eyes. Stay with me.”

It takes an immense
effort to follow his voice back up out of the tide of pleasure. I open my eyes
to find Austin peering hard at my face, his jaw clenched as he growls and
groans through the wild fucking he’s giving me, taking from me. The moonlight
highlights beads of sweat trickling along his brow and his cheek.

“Tell me you’re mine,
Katrina,” he huffs. “Say it.” I open my mouth, but his rhythm speeds up and his
thrusts strike deeper. Gasps and moans smother my words. “Say it!”

I pant, drawing in as
much breath as I can. “I’m yours, Austin.
Always!”

“Rub your clit for me,
baby. Oh, fuck, that’s my good, dirty girl. Rub that clit and let me feel...
Uh, shit… Let me feel you come on my cock.”

I’m already so close to
orgasm, with Austin’s rigid dick pumping me fast, bottoming out inside me with
each stroke. My tender pussy feels drenched and bruised and raw but still burns
for release. As soon as I start to play with my little throbbing clit, I feel
the first tremors of overwhelming pleasure vibrating deep inside me.

“Oh
my god.
Oh, god, Austin,” I squeal as I rub my fingers in
fast, rough circles around my aching nub. Without my direction, my hips buck up
to meet his thrusts, making him curse and groan.

Then it’s happening.
That vibration inside breaks
free,
explodes through
me, humming along my tensed muscles and through my bones. The hand playing with
my clit presses down hard on the pulsing knob, while my free hand squeezes one
of my bare, aching tits. I go silent, unable to
breathe,
frozen with my back arched and my mouth open around a moan that won’t come out.

Austin throws his head
back and lets out a sound between a groan of pain and a curse. “Fuck, I feel
it, Katrina.
Your beautiful, tight pussy milking my dick.”
One arm circles my waist and hauls me against him. His lips latch onto one of
my hard nipples and suckle frantically as his orgasm reduces the long strokes
of his cock inside me to short, grinding thrusts.

My head lolls back, and
I gasp out a huge breath at last, as Austin’s heavy balls tighten and jerk
against me.
His warm cum surges into me, bathing the walls of
my quivering pussy, filling and claiming my deepest spaces.
He keeps
grinding, rocking, as his foamy heat pours from his cock, as my shuddering
climax continues sending waves of bliss through my pussy and my chest, up my
back and my neck.

Austin holds me
clenched tight to him, his lips still working at my tits, his cock still
pulsing inside me, until our bodies go absolutely still. Every quake of
pleasure has
ceased,
every ounce of energy rung from
our sore muscles. He falls forward onto one arm,
then
rolls onto the sleeping bag on his back, clutching me on top of him.

After several minutes
of us panting against one another, Austin says, “That will do for a start.”

I snort and lift my
head from his smooth chest to shoot him an incredulous look. “You think?”

“I’m not joking, Trina,”
he says, though he smiles broadly. “That’s just a warm-up.”

I squirm a bit on the
semi-hard dick still inside my tender folds. “You have more for me?”

“I do, baby.” He
strokes my tousled hair. “But we need to deal with Shane first.”

I frown at the mention
of the name. “What does that mean?”

“You have to break
through to him. That wall he’s had up these last few years… It can’t stay.”

I shake my head, at a
loss. If I knew how to do that, everything would have played out very
differently for all of us.

Austin motions with the
nod of his head toward the trees on my right, the same direction Shane stalked
off earlier. “He’s been watching us the whole time. Seeing you like this will
have him wound up tight by now.”

“Watching us?” I refuse
to turn and look, to peer into the gloom trying to pick his shape out of the
darkness. I probably couldn’t find him anyway—near-sighted and too vain to wear
my glasses.

Austin nudges me. “Go
to him, Trina. He won’t be able to stand seeing you like this and not having
you.”

Angry now, and deeply
annoyed at having to give up the feeling of Austin’s cock inside me, I grumble
and roll onto my back. I stare up at the sky, silently reciting all the wrongs
Shane has done to me. Only when I’ve exhausted my list do I notice how full tonight’s
sky is with stars, every inch dusted with pinpricks of glittering light. There
were nights like this with Shane, with us lying side by side on a blanket in my
backyard, pointing out shapes and naming our own constellations.

He has one chance, just
one more chance with me. I climb to my feet, not bothering to grab my shirt or
Austin’s for modesty. Completely naked, enjoying the crush of the warm, soft
grass underfoot, I walk slowly but steadily into the darkness.

It only takes me
a half
dozen steps to pick out Shane’s form, his broad
shoulders. He’s sitting on an old metal bench just under the trees. I stop when
I’m about three feet in front of him, when I can see the scowl hardening his
handsome face.

After a long silence,
he growls, “Have fun fucking my brother?”

I think I prefer
getting slapped by Bud Orrin. I haven’t been naked in front of Shane since we
were in high school. Now here I stand, bared and vulnerable, so close. And he
still has to be an asshole to me.

I make a show of
shrugging. “More fun than you probably had fucking your way through every slut
in town.” I don’t get the comeback I’m expecting, no angry retort,
no
humiliating snicker.

Foolishly, I take two
more steps toward Shane, until I can see his light eyes roaming my curves, then
looking away. I’m probably asking to be hurt, but I take that last step and
come down on my knees between his splayed legs. He rears back, grabbing the
edge of the weathered metal seat and pressing himself hard against the bench
back. It’s like he’s afraid of me.

“This is your chance,
Shane,” I whisper. “Tell me one last time how it’s over between us.” He doesn’t
move, doesn’t speak, but I can hear his breathing speed up.

I rest my hands on his
knees, the first time I’ve touched him in so long. Excitement and the deep ache
of affection churn in my chest. I beg myself not to cry. “Tell me again you
don’t want me.” He turns his face away in a great show is disinterest, but he
still doesn’t speak.

My hands slide up the
warm leather of his pants, along his thighs, until my fingertips are just below
his groin. “Tell me I mean nothing to you.”

Without warning, he
grabs my wrists and yanks my hands away from his legs. I watch in horror as he
leans over me, his face so cold. “You mean nothing to me,” he hisses, as the
girl inside me, the one who spent the last fifteen years utterly in love with
Shane Sully, withers in pain.

“You’re a fucking
liar,” Austin says from behind us.

I start to turn to look
at him, but Shane isn’t letting go of my wrists.

“Stay out of this,” he
barks at his younger brother.

“Tell her the truth,
Shane.”

“Austin,” he says in
warning. His jaw is twitching, and he doesn’t seem to be aware how hard he’s
squeezing my wrists.

“He decided he didn’t
want to drag you down with him, Trina,” Austin confesses. “He figured that if
you hated him, it would be easier for you to move on and find someone better.”

“Shut up,” Shane
mutters. He isn’t looking at Austin or at me, but at the ground, staring
without seeing.

“Goddamn it, Shane.
Don’t drive her away from us again.”

I hear it now, a
quavering in Shane’s breath. Using all the strength I have, I pull my hands
apart and surge forward to seal my lips against his. There’s a small grunt of
surprise from the depths of his chest, then a shuddering sigh, thick with
emotion. Then his mouth softens and opens and moves against mine. My tongue
darts against his lips, tempting his tongue into my mouth. As he penetrates me
with his kiss, it’s… It’s not like the years haven’t passed, not like it used
to feel. It’s better. Some tastes are familiar—the coppery heat of his mouth.
The aftertaste of strong whiskey is new.

Shane’s hands move from
my wrists to my shoulders, holding me near instead of away, and I whimper into
the mouth of a man I thought I’d never kiss again.

He tears his lips from
mine and swallows hard. If I didn’t know better, I think he was choking back
tears. “Fuck, Trina, why didn’t you stay away? We’re nothing but trouble for
you.”

I nuzzle his face,
relishing the contrast between the smooth skin of his cheek and the rough strip
of stubble along his jaw. “No,” I whisper, “you’ve been my protectors and my
best friends.
My lovers.”
I run my hands up Shane’s
hard stomach, under his tight t-shirt. His muscles flex under my fingertips,
and his breath catches.

Kneeling behind me now,
Austin wraps one arm around my waist, sliding the other hand down to cup my
pussy. Even for a fair summer night, they are both giving off so much heat, and
me
huddled between them. I twist and lean my head
back, silently asking for a kiss, and Austin only too gladly sinks his velvety
tongue into my mouth.

At
length
,
Austin lifts his face from mine. He motions toward Shane with his
eyes. “Unzip his pants, Katrina.” Shane stiffens, and I hesitate at the
command. “He wants you to, baby, and you know you want it, too.”

Nervous, after so long
believing Shane didn’t love me, I don’t look at his face as I reach for the fly
of his leather pants. My fingers meet a swelling hard-on, and I moan
remembering handsome, lean Shane bringing me to sobbing orgasms with his thick
cock. His body is harder and more muscular now, and the bulge in his pants
feels the same. I pull down his zipper and release his stiff, jutting shaft,
nestled in a dusting of blondish brown hair above his plump balls.