“Am I the only one who’s getting a little wet watching them fight?” Ave blurts out.

“For once, your non filtered opinion is on point.”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life and I didn’t even know it.”

“What do you think their talking about?” I query.

“Wes is probably telling him, she’s my family you’re not good enough for her, blah blah blah.” Her voice is low and rough, a humorous yet poor attempt at trying to imitate Wes.

“Really? I don’t think that,” I point toward them, “has anything to do with me. This is more like years of competitiveness.”

“You know what would be awesome right now?” She interrupts. “If their shirts were off.”

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

“Take it off,” Avery shouts in their direction.

“It’s not a strip show.

“Shut up and join me.” We begin chanting and to our surprise have the women in the restaurant follow suit. We high five each other through a fit of laughter only to be silenced by deathly glares from both Magnus and Wes.

“So, Magnus Andersen, hey?” She elbows me in the stomach, “how’d you snag that one?”

“I don’t know if I’ve snagged anything, yet? I fucked up pretty bad over the last few weeks and now we’re taking things slow.”

“But you made up, right?” Her questions are valid, but they have me on edge. Worrying about whether or not slow will be enough for Magnus.

“I’m pretty sure we’ve made up. Even so, what I’ve got planned for tonight should tip him over the edge.” I turn the topic back to a more sexual nature, to avoid it getting serious and emotional with Avery.

“Are you going to let him fuck your ass?” I regret my choice of diversion immediately.

“What the everloving fuck, Ave?” I’m stunned at how much she continues to surprise me. “No he’s not going anywhere near my ass.”

“Well, you should know things have changed while you’ve been out of the game. Anal is definitely in.”

“Seriously? How does Wes even put up with you?”

“Lets just say he calls me Anal Avery for a very different reason now.” Dramatically winking at me, I shake my head and hide my smirk, “but, seriously, is his dick big?” she adds.

“And here I was thinking you were going to ask how I felt about him, like a normal person.”

“I can be normal,” she challenges. “How do you feel about him?”

I laugh at the way she throws my question back at me, and answer anyway. “It’s weird, it hasn’t been a long time, but if I let myself go. I could easily fall for him.”

“Like love, marriage and babies type of fall?”

“I don’t know about all those things but, love. It could definitely be love,” I confess.

“I hope it is.’ With Avery echoing my thoughts, a small rush of hope runs through me. Maybe I can have it all. “I want you to be happy, Luce. You have sacrificed so much for all of us, for once you need to put yourself first.”

As the loud horn blares through the room, our heart to heart is officially over. The crowd cheers for Magnus and Wes, as they walk toward us less than amused. It might be a long road till these two can be civil to one another.

I feel Magnus’s arms hug me from behind, just as his lips pepper kisses on my neck, “You ready to go home?” His erection digs in to my back, all proof that he was wrestling with Wes minutes ago gone.

“It looks like we’re all ready to go,” Avery announces. “Because I need to get home and let off some steam of my own.”

“Before we do that, Luce can I talk to you.” Wes asks.

Magnus’ body tightens around me and I squeeze his hands in reassurance, “I won’t be long.”

Walking to the bar, Wes strokes his beard in concentration, “what’s got you thinking so hard?”

“Is he the reason you’ve been upset lately? Because I can take him out back and kick his ass for real.”

“No,” I exclaim. “I made myself upset. I tried to pass it off as just sex, when I knew I felt more. I missed him a whole lot more than I expected.”

He side hugs me with all his strength, and I feel my bones crush in a grip filled with love and friendship. “If this is what you want, that’s all that matters to me.”

“Are you okay with it?” I ask hesitantly.

“I’ll get over it eventually,” he admits. “Kicking his ass yesterday has definitely helped.”

Gratitude has me smiling from ear to ear, positive that eventually Wes will also see how great Magnus really is.“ Thank you, Wes.”

“Anything for you Luce; you and Jeremiah are my family.”

Magnus and Avery flag either side of us, “you ready babe? I’m getting antsy.”

“Well time’s up people.” Wes shakes our hands robotically, “It’s been nice spending time with you, but my girl needs my dick.” Throwing her over his shoulder they beeline for the exit without even a second thought to how hilarious they look.

“Are they always like that?” Magnus asks, glancing in their direction.

“Always.”

* * *

The car ride to Magnus’ house was silent, but the electricity around us palpable. Now we’re standing here in his room, the same two people that have been here before, but now everything has changed.

“What are you doing standing so far away?” I tip my chin in his direction, and he continues to stand there, using all his self control.

“I can’t decide,” he says vaguely.

“Decide on what?”

“Part of me wants to take my time and worship you, and the other just wants to fuck you so hard you never forget me.”

With soft small steps I walk toward him, unbuttoning my shirt as I go. The material loosely hangs off my shoulders, exposing my black lace bra; leaving nothing to the imagination.

“I think we can do both,” I tease. Reaching for the metal clasp on the back of my skirt, I pull it down painstaking slow, until it glides itself right off me. His gaze licks every inch of me, setting my skin on fire.

I continue to saunter toward him, but impatience gets the better of him. Pulling his shirt over his head, and shucking off his jeans, he meets me half way. Toe to toe, we’re identical; almost naked, horny as hell and ready to explode.

Allowing my new found confidence to take the lead, I drop to my knees and rub my hand over his boxer covered erection.

“Shit Lucy, you don’t have to do that.” Ignoring his statement, I drag his boxers down his legs, and wait for him to step out of them. His thick cock jerks as I wrap my delicate fingers around his shaft. I bring the tip to my mouth and let my tongue circle it, before sucking it all between my lips.

“Fuck,” he groans loudly. “You’re going to kill me.”

With the intention to drive him crazy, I bob my head up and down, while pumping him with my hand. Getting lost in the moment he grips my hair and pushes himself deeper, hitting the back of my throat.

“God, I don’t want to stop, but there’s no way I’m coming anywhere but your pussy.”

Gripping me under the shoulders he lifts me off the ground and slams his lips to mine. Walking us back to the bed, he fucks my mouth, the taste of himself on my lips spurring him on even more.

The back of my knees touch the mattress, breaking our kiss. “Sit,” his gruff voice commands. “It’s my turn.” Tugging my thong down the length of my legs, he kneels in front of me and dives straight into my pussy, like a man on death row eating his last meal. Teasing my clit, he licks, sucks and bites; bringing me to the brink of orgasm, before starting all over again.

“I need to come,” I gasp. “I’m so close.”

Sinking two fingers inside me, he curls them forward, hitting just the right spot.

“You ready, baby?” he taunts. His tongue dances with my clit, and I rock against him chasing my release.

“Please. Please don’t stop.” Together we move faster, and the friction of his beard on my sensitive skin pushes me over the edge. My body trembles, every nerve ending vibrating in aftershock.

Sprawled on the bed, listless and sated, I watch Magnus kneel on the edge of the mattress, before hovering over me on all fours. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, he kickstarts the desire within me.

“You ready for more, Lucy, baby?” I whimper at the sight of him stroking his cock. Thick, hard and weeping with come, I’m aching to feel it inside me. Lining himself up, he rubs the head of his dick up and down my dripping slit. The wetness between us allowing him to push inside me with ease.

Locking eyes, Magnus starts off slow, his movements long and gentle. His emotions run wild in his gaze, and my heart swells with all the possibilities.

Gripping my hips, each move becomes more pronounced; deeper and harder. Desperate to be inside me; he fucks me recklessly. Then he stops.

The slower pace returns, just for him to change it up again. His eyes never waver, and his rhythm never falters. Alternating between the two paces, Magnus takes us higher with every thrust, showing me exactly what it feels like to be worshipped and making it impossible for me to ever forget.

I reach for his hand and lace our fingers together.

“Ready?” I whisper.

“Ready.”

And, as those words give permission for our bodies to detonate, our hearts cling to one another in the aftermath.

Hopeful. Trusting. Elated.