“Uh huh,” Dash eases his fingers between my thighs.

I moan. “Just as long as we can make a detour to the boathouse,” I say breathlessly, bucking against his hand. “I have fond memories of that place.”

“So do I.” Dash groans as he moves down my body, peeling my panties away, and teasing me, breath hot against my core. I whimper, arching up to meet his mouth, clutching the sheets when he finally licks up against me in a slow, heady swoop.

“Fuck, Dash…” I cry out, as he grips my thighs, lapping against me. He’s driving me wild, and it’s not long before I’m pulling him back up so his body is covering mine, closing my fist around him, and savoring the groans that fall from his lips. “I need you, inside me,” I gasp, and he tips me back, positioning himself between my legs.

“Always,” he growls, thrusting into me.

And I swear, I’ll never get used to how good this feels.

The stretch of him inside me, the way he moves with me, finding the perfect pace. I moan his name out loud, clutching him closer as his cock drives into me, harder, deeper, so right that the pleasure snakes through my whole body, coiling tighter, taking me to the brink—

I shatter, crying out as the orgasm slams through me. “Dash!”

“I’m here, baby,” Dash groans, fucking me through it. “I’m right here.” He thrusts again, deeper, god, and then I feel his body shudder, hurtling off the edge with me, holding me tightly as we both crash back down to earth again.

I lay there, gasping beside him.

“So, I take it you didn’t fake?” Dash asks, shooting me a smug grin.

I laugh. “Since when have I ever faked it with you?”

“Hmm… how about the entire beginning of our relationship?”

“Oh, yeah, that.” I roll over and land a sweaty kiss on his lips. “Well, rest assured, if you keep this up, I promise, I’m never faking anything with you again.”

And I don’t.

Twice.

Austin

“Two down, three to go.”

I’m hanging at Mavericks with the guys on a Thursday night, when Piper makes her cryptic announcement. “What do you mean?” I ask, looking up from a late business email.

“First Charlie, now Dash…” she surveys us with a smirk. “Which one of you lucky bachelors will be next to fall?”

There’s silence – which probably says something about how high love is on our priority lists right now.

“Uh, not it,” Flynn blurts quickly.

Piper rolls her eyes. “Gee, what a surprise.”

“Yeah, I’m going to take a pass on that, too,” Seb speaks up. He gives me a slap on the back, “Guess that leaves you, champ.” They make a beeline across the bar to flirt with a couple of hot blondes.

“You know, I am surprised you’re still single,” Piper says thoughtfully. “You’re officially a catch. Girls must love that whole ‘famous former ball player’ thing.”

I chuckle. “The only thing I’m looking for right now is a killer marketing maven to help with my big launch,” I reply, but Piper is already looking at Flynn across the room, distracted.