She’s on her back, in her bed, wavy blonde hair strewn out around her like a halo. She looks so fucking gorgeous with her breasts so full, her waist narrow, her eyes bright, and her pussy wet.

“You better spread those legs and get ready.”

“Oh, I’m ready for you, Sam. I’m ready for you to come in me, hard.” She smiles again, and so do I because this girl has got a mouth on her and I like it. I like the way she knows what her body needs as well as I know my own.

“Good.” I stroke my shaft a few times, it’s still nice and hard, even after she got down on her knees and sucked me until I came like I’d died and gone to heaven.

I still can’t believe this is the sister of that tight-ass Sophia who’s marrying my brother.

Ava Grace is nothing prudish or boring or generic.

Ave Grace is a fucking unicorn.

I grab a condom from my jeans, slide it on quickly. Ava watches, smiling softly.

“Thank you,” she says. Her eyes are locked on mine for a moment too long. A moment that tells me she can fall for me in ways I’m not prepared for.

Tonight, is not about finding our happily ever after, it’s about having a little fun. It’s my brother and his girl who are riding off into the sunset, right? Not a guy like me. I’m not the kind of guy a girl like Ava Grace wants or deserves.

I lean over her, my hands on either side of her narrow shoulders, and her hand reaches down to guide me inside her.

Her pussy is so tight, so fucking tight. As my cock fills her up, she whimpers — not in pain, in pleasure. But also in surprise.

“You’re so big, like, tremendous really.”

I smile. I may be a mountain man, but I’m still a man. A girl telling me she likes my cock is gonna give me an ego boost.

“Good. I’m glad you like them big.”

“I’ve never had one as big as this. Clearly, I’ve been doing it wrong all these years.”

Her hands slide down to my ass, holding me tightly, and I rock inside her, filling her up in ways she’s never been filled before.

“All these years? How old are you, Ava Grace?”

“I’m twenty-four. How old are you?”

Our bodies are as connected as they can possibly be. My fingers lace through hers as I thrust deeper.

“I’m thirty-two.”

“Never been married?” she asks, between moans. Her pussy is pulsing around me, her breath is bated. She’s fucking loving this.

I sigh, not wanting to start talking about marriage and commitment. Not when I am so close to coming.

Her eyes search mine, though, and I feel compelled to answer.

“Never been married,” I tell her. “And I never intend to.”

“I thought as much,” she says, sighing, and I can’t tell if it’s because of what I said or if it’s because her body is reacting to the orgasm rushing over her.

Her pussy is so slick, so fucking wet and ready, and I move in and out of her nice and hard.

She whimpers, and I keep her arms pinned as I fill her up, as I come. She comes too, liking it when I am in control. With me guiding her, we come together.

Fuck, this woman has worked my body over like no woman ever has before.

I kiss her — I can’t help it. I know this hook-up means nothing, but there is a part of me — a tender part that I never think about or talk about — that has come alive. That is awakened as I hold Ava Grace in my arms, as I kiss her sweet, luscious lips.

I kiss her, my cock still in her, her hands still held. I kiss her, and for a split second, I think I could stay like this. In this cotton candy house with the woman who is the opposite of me.

Because it feels so good and so right.

“I don’t want to kill the mood but I’ve gotta pee,” Ava says, before rolling out from under me, scooting out of bed, her bare ass so fucking cute as she walks away.

When she leaves, I sit up, look at her room. I see her stack of books—all romance novels—with a Kindle on top, and a handwritten list, titled, TBR: WILDER, Mother Trucker, HUCK, Love Is Crazy.

Not having any idea what any of that means, I prop myself back up on the pillows on her bed and notice a DVD collection on a shelf next to her wall-mounted TV. Every fucking romantic comedy I swore I’d never watch.

She has a framed photo on her wall that reads She Loved with All Her Heart. And the piece de resistance is the dried flowers hanging from a corkboard.

This woman is gorgeous, funny, sexy, and knows how to give one hell of a blowjob... but she also clearly wants to fall. Hard and fast and forever.

I can’t be that for her.

All I can offer is one night.

After all, I left town three years ago, and never came back. I’m a loner, a recluse, a man who has never been in love.

I’m not perfect; hell, of course, I know that.

But Ava Grace is looking for perfect.

She’s looking for someone that is not me.