Skylar with a blindfold is hot as fuck, but I want to see her eyes. I pull out of her and reach forward, pulling the blindfold off. Her auburn hair is messy–sex hair is so hot on a woman–and I crawl onto the mattress next to her and lie down.

It doesn’t take a moment for her to know what I want. She pushes up and climbs onto me, facing my feet, straddling my hips. She’s on me, reverse cowgirl style, and it’s hot as hell. I have a perfect view of her back and her ass as she slides onto me. She gasps when she does, and I do the same. It doesn’t matter how many times she does it, I will never get used to the sensation of her sliding onto my cock.

She starts moving her hips, riding me. When she’s facing the wrong way like this, the feeling is completely different, and I gasp, breathing hard. Her ass pushes against my lower abdomen, and it’s perfect, round, and beautiful. I reach for her cheeks and squeeze them as she rides me.

She tips her head back, and her long hair falls over her back. I reach up and grab a handful of the stuff, pulling lightly. She moans when I do.

It didn’t take me very long to realize that she likes me to dominate her. I won’t go overboard, but I like pinning her down or holding her in a certain position that I choose. Blindfolding her had been just as sexy.

She moves her hips, rocking back and forth while her head is tipped back, her hair in my fist. Her back is arched, and I love how it makes her ass look.

When I let her hair go after a while, she picks up the pace. She starts bouncing up and down on my cock, pushing up with her legs and coming down on me again. I close my eyes and get lost in the feeling as she rides me. I put my hands on her hips and help her, encouraging her to keep bouncing, to lift her body up and down. I can just imagine what it’s doing for her breasts. They must be bouncing up and down, too.

As if she knows that’s what I’m thinking about, she leans backward. I sit up a little until her hair tickles my chest. I brace myself with one hand to keep me up, and with the other, I grab her breast and squeeze and pull. She cries out. I pinch the nipple just enough for it not to hurt, and she moans. I push myself up so that I’m sitting and I don’t need to hold myself up with one hand. It’s harder for her to stay on top of me that way, but I want both her breasts in my hands.

I play with her breasts, tug on her nipples, and she cries out.

When she’s had enough, she gets off me and pushes me back with her hands on my chest so that I’m lying down again. She gets back onto me, facing me this time

She starts bucking her hips wildly, riding me hard. Her legs are folded on either side of my body, her breasts swinging in front of me, and her hair falls over her face. Her eyes are closed, mouth open.

She reaches between her legs, and her finger finds her own clit. With her other hand, she grabs one of her own breasts, and she helps herself along.

I hold her hips and start fucking her from beneath, taking over. She moans and leans forward a little, making space for me. She’s rubbing her clit furiously, pinching her own nipple, and her mouth is open enough for me to think about pushing my cock into it again.

I don’t want to do that now, though. I want her to orgasm. I want to come inside of her at the same time.

I fuck her harder and faster, and I can feel my balls tighten, the orgasm just beyond reach.

She tips over the edge first. Her body clamps down on mine, and she cries out. She falls forward onto my chest, her body curling around me, and I can feel her muscles contract and release, contract and release. It’s all I need to push me over the edge, and I release inside of her with a cry of my own. I pump my come into her, emptying myself out while her body milks me and we orgasm together.

Finally, the orgasm fades, and I’m breathing hard. She’s on top of me, body limp now, her legs on either side of my body, and we’re breathing hard, chests heaving against each other.

When she lifts her head to look at me, her eyes are hooded, pupils dilated, and she has a satisfied smile on her face.

I pull her toward me and kiss her.

She clambers off me and collapses next to me. I’m starting to go soft. I turn toward her, my own body sluggish now. She smiles at me, and I plant a kiss on her forehead. I don’t know how to show her how much she means to me. I can’t tell her that yet. There is still so much to sort out in our lives.

For now, though, all those things feel so far away. Skylar is here with me, and we’re both basking in the afterglow of the sex we just had. It was mind blowing, but it always is. Skylar is adventurous in bed and fucking good at what she does. And I love fucking her.

“I should get ready for work,” Skylar says. “Lizzie won’t be happy with me for coming in this late as it is.”

We get up. She showers quickly and runs out of the door. I’m not late yet because I only have to be at the office by eight. She’s later than late because she’s usually at the bakery by five

When she’s gone, I climb into the shower and wash the sex from my body. I shave in the shower and brush my teeth when I get out. I get dressed and get ready for work. I’m a little nervous to see Paul for lunch, but I’m eager to talk it out with him and get it all behind me.

I don’t like it when I get stuck with my brother, even though he’s a dick most of the time. And now that I have Skylar, the woman I’ve always wanted and had never been able to have, I feel more open to sort things out with him. I know that it’s not right of me to feel this way, but it’s the truth and I can’t change how I feel.

When lunch time rolls round, I drive to Blu Jam café where Paul and I agreed to meet. When I arrive, he’s already sitting in one of the dark leather booths. He looks serious as he stirs the coffee he already ordered.

I slide into the seat opposite him.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I say.

“I’m early,” Paul replies. He looks neat and put together in a suit. He always dresses so formally to work. We both own companies. I wear whatever the hell I want, but Paul has never been that laid back.

A waitress arrives, and I order coffee from her.

“You’re not going to eat?” Paul asks.

“I’ll eat when we’re done talking. I want to get this over with first.”

Paul raises his eyebrows at me.

“Look, Paulie,” I say, talking to him the way I used to when we were kids. “This doesn’t matter. You know that, right?”

An emotion flickers across his face, but I can’t read it. He doesn’t respond so I push on.

“I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did when I found out about you being…” I clear my throat, unable to say the word. “It was just a shock. But you didn’t have to hide it. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Paul smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I know you’re jovial about it, Parker, but I didn’t want Dad to take the company away from me. You can’t tell me that he will be fine with this.”

I shake my head. He’s right, but I can’t tell him that. “But you have the company now,” I say. “And it’s your life. You should choose what you want to do, live the life you want.”

Paul smiles again, and it’s the same empty smile.

“I know you think I would have told Mom and Dad, but you could have spoken to me. You didn’t have to hide behind Skylar.”

Paul shakes his head. “It’s easy for you to say that because you’re on the other side, Parker. You might have done the same thing.”

I don’t respond because I won’t tell him that I would ruin my brother’s life and take away the woman he loves. I’m trying to get through to him, but he doesn’t want me close to him. That much is clear. I won’t keep pushing if he’s not interested.

Whatever he wanted to talk about, it’s not that.

“Why did you ask to see me?” I ask. “I thought you wanted to talk about everything.”

Paul shakes his head. “I wanted to talk about Skylar.”

I frown. “What about her?” He can’t tell me now that I was wrong to take his woman, that I should leave her alone. She was never his woman from what I found out recently.

“Why do you think she was so happy to marry a gay guy?”

I’ve wondered about that, but I didn’t want to ask. It’s hard to think that she rejected me, the straight guy, for my gay brother.

“You see,” Paul continues. “She was willing to keep my secret because I was hiding something for her, too.”

I don’t like where this is going.

“What are you talking about?” I ask.

“Little underscore Minx,” he says.

I blink at him. I have no idea what he’s talking about. I shake my head.

“It’s her webcam name.”

“I’m not following.”

Paul sighs and looks around like he’s frustrated with my inability to understand it.

“She used to work for a sexcam website when she was in college. She didn’t want anyone to know. I found out. I told her I would keep her secret if she would help me get what I needed.”

I’m trying to make sense of what he’s saying, but it’s not working.

“You’re saying…”

“I’m saying the woman you’re banging behind my back sold her body online to strange men all over the world.”

Blood drains from my face.

“You’re lying,” I say.

Paul shrugs. “You don’t have to believe me. Look up her cam name, see if I’m wrong. The butterfly on her hip gives it away.”

I feel like I can’t breathe. The whole thing sounds surreal, but she has that butterfly on her hip. Why would Paul, a man who wouldn’t sleep with her because he’s gay, know about that? My head aches dully, and I blink at Paul.

“Why are you telling me this?” I ask.

Paul shrugs. “I thought you should know.”

He waves at the waitress and gets up. “I don’t have time for lunch, after all,” he says. “The coffee is on me.”

He walks to the counter by the door where he pays the bill. I watch him as he disappears through the door, sitting in the wake of destruction. I’m trying desperately to tell myself that it’s not true, but I can’t see any other reason why Skylar, a straight woman very much in touch with her sexuality, would marry a gay man.

I feel like I’ve been hit in the gut. Slowly, anger replaces shock. I feel the rage boil beneath my skin. By the time I leave the shop, I am not dazed.

I’m fucking furious.