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centimeters, out a few centimeters. In a little farther until finally he swore his cock touched her womb.
    She moaned again, her eyes opening to look into his.
    He had no defenses against the raw pleasure he saw on her face and let his hips slam back and forth, fucking her with a brutal strength that had her wrapping her legs around his waist and her hands around his wrists, bracing herself.
    The earthy sounds coming from her mouth let him know he wasn’t hurting her. In fact, she encouraged him to go faster with the beat of her heels against his ass.
    His hips nailed her to the floor with each thrust, shooting wicked bolts of lightning up his spinal cord and into his brain. His synapses fried and his brain shut down so that all he knew was sex.
    Carrie’s musky scent, the sensation of his cock sliding in and out, the warmth. He wished he wasn’t wearing the condom so he could feel her wetness against his skin.
    Time lost all meaning as they lost themselves in the act, in each other.
    His orgasm hit him as suddenly as hers had, his seed spilling from his cock, seeming to go on forever.
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    And a warmth that had nothing to do with sex followed on its heels.
    With the final spasms, he let his body cover hers completely. Her arms wrapped around him and she sighed into his chest.
    And fell asleep.
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Chapter Three
    Tim woke, wrapped around Carrie.
    He’d carried her to the loft after that last bout of sex, crawled in bed beside her and went lights out.
    Boom, boom, boom.
    He sucked in a breath.
    What the hell was that?
    The sound came again and he thought the wind must have kicked up and was banging a tree limb against the wall.
    He hoped it didn’t wake…
    Wait. Shit . Someone was pounding on the front door.
    Tim rose, grabbing a pair of gym shorts from the pile of clean clothes on the chair next to the bed, trying not to disturb Carrie who was still out like a light. He took the stairs two at a time and skidded to a stop before the door. Checking the sidelight next to the door, he nearly groaned at the sight of the people standing on the porch.
    Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
    He ripped open the door before they started pounding again.
    “Damn, Andy, what the hell are you doing here?”
    His cousin stood on the porch, staring at him from beneath the hood of his white coat. His pale gray eyes widened and Tim felt guilt twist in his gut.
    “Nice to see you, too, Tim. Guess that ‘Come by and visit anytime’ was bullshit, huh?”
    Yeah, he was an ass. He shook his head and waved the pair in. “Shit, I’m sorry. You caught me at a bad time. Hey, Fry, what’s up?”
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    The other man shrugged his shoulders, the humps on his back moving up and down under his coat. “Not much. Cold as a bitch out there today. At least it stopped snowing.”
    Fry started to unzip his coat but stopped midway, his nose twitching. “Uh, you got company, Tim?”
    Andy paused for a second as he picked up the scent then laughed, a short bark of sound. “Hell, now I know why you’re not happy to see us.” He pushed his hood down and his white-blond hair fell out and around his shoulders. “Dude, you get lucky today?”
    Tim gave him the finger. “None of your damn business. But you can’t be here when she wakes up.”
    Andy’s pale eyebrows rose. “She’s one of them? I thought you swore off that flavor after Jenny.”
    “She’s nothing like Jenny.” The bitch . “But if she gets a load of you two, she’s gonna put two and two together and come up with front-page news.” Andy hung his coat next to Carrie’s on a wall hook and ran his hands through his hair, bending down to take off his boots. “We just need to hang out for a few hours then we’ll go.”
    Tim glanced at Fry, who shrugged and looked apologetic. As opposed to Andy, who just looked amused. And a little worried.
    Tim got a bad feeling. “What’s going on, Andy? And don’t tell me you just decided to make a trip