Free Insatiable by Opal Carew Page A

he couldn’t wait.
    He stroked down her stomach and slid between her legs, then stroked her folds. Hot. And wet.
    He wrapped his hand around his steel-hard, aching cock and pressed it to her slick opening.
    “Oh, yes.” She opened her thighs, inviting him in.
    Slowly he pressed forward, his face inches from hers, watching her expression as his cockhead pushed inside. Her eyes flickered closed, then opened again, heat simmering in their depths. He continued forward, his shaft pushing deeper, caressed by the soft velvet of her silky sheath. She sighed and squeezed him, sending his heartbeat racing.
    Finally, his entire cock filled her. He stayed like that, watching her, reveling in the feeling of being in her hot, tight grip … then slowly he pulled back. Her hands stroked over his shoulders, then she grasped them as he pushed forward again.
    “Is this what you wanted, baby?”
    She gazed at him through half-open lids as his cock filled her to the base. “Oh, God, yes.”
    He smiled and nuzzled her neck, then he drew back again. She wrapped her legs around his thighs as he pushed deep again.
    “Oh, God, Brent. Make me come.”
    He groaned. “Honey, I could almost come just hearing you say that.”
    He drew back and plunged faster this time, then back and forward again. She squeezed him, setting his insides ablaze. He thrust and thrust. She moaned and arched against him. He cupped her behind and pulled her tighter to him.
    “Oh, God, yes. I’m so close.”
    Her breathy voice against his ear acted like a catalyst. He pumped into her again and again. He wanted to blow right now, but he held back. Priming her. Filling her again and again until …
    She gasped, and her hands tightened on his shoulders.
    “Oh, yes, I’m…” She let out a long moan. “I’m … coming.”
    At those delightful words, he erupted inside her. She moaned and arched against him as he experienced the most intense orgasm he’d ever had.
    He thought he’d lost her, and now he had her back. Knowing that had fueled the fire of his desire. Knowing that Crystal still loved him. And now they could have their happily-ever-after.
    *   *   *
    Crystal gazed at Brent’s handsome face lying on the pillow beside her in the dark room. His breathing was deep and even. His warm physical presence so close to her and his arm around her waist made her feel loved and protected.
    She tucked her hand under her head. But so did being with Evan.
    Evan was so much fun to be with. He loved playing board games with her, which he did to keep her company when Brent had to work long hours, which happened a couple of weeks every few months. And Evan ran with her every Sunday. Brent liked to go to the gym and work out, but he wasn’t a runner. So Evan would pick her up every Sunday morning and they’d drive out to the track. They would joke and chat while they did their laps, then they’d go to Winnie’s Diner afterward for the world’s best pancakes.
    Evan was always there when she needed someone. Like when she wanted to talk about something that was bothering her. Or to go out shopping for a gift for Brent.
    And he had been there when she’d needed him most. When Brent hadn’t shown up for the wedding.
    God, how had she gotten into this mess? She’d invited Evan on her honeymoon, and now she’d have to send him away. After all he’d done for her. Guilt washed through her … but was that all it was?
    Evan had seen her through the devastation of being left at the altar. With his caring and protectiveness, he’d shown her how much he loved her and how he would always take care of her.
    And he’d made her aware of the feelings she’d been denying for him all along. Because deep down inside, she knew she had real feelings for him. Feelings that went deeper than friendly affection or sexual attraction. Maybe it was just infatuation. Or maybe it was something more.
    She bit her lip. Could she really be in love with two men?
    She loved Brent. She’d