The Virgin Gift(44)

A second wave of pleasure crashed over me at those words. “I love you too,” I whispered.

“Now let’s show the camera how much.” He adjusted me, pulling me up and shifting me so I faced the camera on all fours. He moved behind me, spread my cheeks, angling me higher, then he pushed inside my wetness.

I cried out, my neck stretching, my hair spilling down my back.

Click.

Yes, this was what I wanted. Everything exposed. Everything seen, as the man I’d fallen in love with me took me in a whole new way.

Without reservation.

He’d never held back with the physical. But now he was fully free too—to speak uninhibitedly as he fucked me rough and with passion. Whispering filthy things to me. “Grind against my shaft, my dirty girl. Show me how much you love it when your man fucks you hard.”

My body pulsed for him. I ached for another climax.

“I love it when you fuck me,” I cried out, rocking with him as he thrust harder, deeper. “Because I love you.”

He grabbed my hair, yanked hard, and covered my back with his chest as we moved together, him now doing most of the work. He brought his lips to my ear, his words low and just for me. “I know you do, baby. I feel it all with you. I have every single time.”

And I lost it again.

I lost myself in him, peaking and soaring into another climax, one that stole through my body at record speed.

But as he followed me there, groaning, cursing, and chanting my name, I knew neither one of us were lost.

We were both found.

And we’d been seen.





26





Brandon





I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t aroused.

I’m only human.

And I’m a red-blooded man who likes sex.

No, who loves it.

Plus, there was that nagging issue of my dry spell.

Three years long.

So yeah, I was turned on AF behind the camera.

Which was admittedly a little weird.

My best friend was starring in a homemade porn.

But I knew better. This wasn’t porn. It wasn’t for someone else’s titillation. And it wasn’t staged.

Nina didn’t moan like an actress begging to be banged by the biggest dick in the room.

She clearly only wanted Adam. She never cheated to the camera, never tried to show a better side, or a dirtier side.

He was the same, his focus only ever on her.

And I’d seen my fair share of porn. Online videos had nothing on these two. The camera revealed the depth of their feelings for each other as I caught shot after shot of their passion. The look on her face, the intensity in his.

That said everything. And it said all the things porn never did.

It was the truth.

They came together like it was their only truth—the way they felt for each other.

And when they finished, and they curled up, softer, gentler, tangled in each other, I snapped that too. They’d want that—the before, the during, and the after.

Because it was the after that spoke the loudest. That said who they were to each other.

They were so madly in love that something else in me cracked.

Maybe it was the last layer of pain. The last layer of self-protection.

I hadn’t come to Vegas looking for absolution from grief.

But somehow, absolutely unexpectedly, I’d found it on a plane, and it had been finished in a bedroom as I witnessed someone else’s love. As I saw everything I’d denied myself since Jenna died.

And as I learned something new about myself.

I didn’t want to be lost after her.

I wanted to move on. I wanted to live again. Someday soon.





27





Adam





A week later



That was a helluva day.

One of my new shows had started production, and I’d had a fantastic meeting with a pair of business partners.

I was giving today an A-plus already. I didn’t even need to wait for the night to update my grade book. Nights with Nina were always an A-plus.

Even though I wouldn’t be able to get my woman alone till much later.

My parents were arriving at the airport any minute, flying in from North Carolina where they’d been enjoying their retirement.

I met them at baggage claim, smiling broadly when I spotted the two of them on the escalator, hand in hand.

My mom laughed at something my dad said, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. Seeing them like that, more than thirty years after they’d said I do, warmed my heart.

I was a lucky guy. I loved my family, enjoyed the company of my parents, and had great friends.

And I wanted that too—right in front of me.

Someday soon, I wanted that with Nina.

For now, I walked over to the escalator and brought them both in for hugs once they stepped off.

“Good to see you, Mom, Dad.”

“Good to see you too, son,” my dad said.

“And you look quite happy,” my mother added, scanning my face. The woman missed nothing. “Any particular reason for that?”

“There’s a very particular reason for that,” I said as I walked to the carousel. “And you’re going to meet that reason tonight.”