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He swallowed and bent his face down to kiss her lips. “Okay,” he breathed against her mouth. “Okay.”

She gritted her teeth and held her breath when Kes added a third finger. It really was too tight. It really was going to hurt. And you really are going to live.

Kester eased his fingers out and then shocked her when he reached across toward Stu and held them up.

Stu leaned closer and sucked them into his mouth, licking her arousal from Kester’s fingers.

Ariel had never seen or dreamed of anything that hot in her life. She whimpered as she watched them, Stu’s hand gripping Kester’s wrist to steady it as he cleaned his friend’s fingers of her arousal.

Tarin groaned as he waited for them to break the connection blocking him from Ariel. The moment Kester pulled his hand back, Tarin dropped down over her, his erection lodging itself at her entrance. His arms were shaking, his elbows holding him up just enough that the sparse, scattered hair on his chest teased her sensitive nipples.

She reached for his butt and gripped it. “Come inside me, Tarin,” she whispered.

“It’s okay,” Stu added. “Keep your gaze on Tarin’s, babe. Don’t look away.”

She licked her lips and tried to take a deep breath as Tarin eased into her. The stretch was beyond even what she’d mentally prepared herself for, but she didn’t move an inch and tried not to reveal her discomfort on her face.

Tarin was slightly terrified. She could sense it, and she didn’t want to contribute to it. It was endearing how concerned he was about her. This was just as much his first time as it was hers.

She bit into her bottom lip and held her breath as the stretch increased to the point she felt like he was surely tearing her.

Stuart held her thigh, pulling it wider toward him. “Relax your muscles, babe. Take a deep breath for me.”

She nodded in agreement but didn’t relax or breathe.

“Thrust into her, Tarin,” Kester said. “All the way.”

Tarin stared at her, not moving an inch, searching her eyes. He hated that he was hurting her and it was written all over his face.

She nodded again. Do it.

He pulled part way out and then thrust all the way into her on a groan.

She gasped, her fingertips digging into his hips. It was too tight. The pressure overwhelmed her.

Stu’s voice came close to her ear. “Breathe, Ariel. I promise it’s going to get better in a moment.”

He’d done this before. He knew. Right? He wouldn’t lie to her. Plus, women had been having sex since the beginning of time. They wouldn’t do it if it always hurt like this.

Kester stroked her forehead with his thumb, his hand resting on the top of her head. He leaned in to kiss her temple, his lips roaming down toward her ear. “We’ve got you, honey. Always.”

Ariel took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the pressure subsided. She nodded just enough to let them know she was okay.

Tarin cupped her face. “Look at me, love.”

She met his gaze, panting. “I’m okay.” She was. It was getting better by the second.

Tarin kissed her gently. “You mean the world to me, Ariel. I hate that I’m hurting you.”

She finally smiled. “You’re not. I mean, it couldn’t be helped. I think you can move now.”

“You want me to pull out?” he asked.

“And then back in.” She grinned. “I think that’s how it works.”

He smiled and kissed her again. “That is my understanding.” He held her gaze, his brow furrowed, as he eased almost out and then back in.

“Oh my God…” She moaned, her eyes rolling back.


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