More than Once

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She nodded, like that explained everything. “Tonight at the bar you were Andy, the nice guy who had his heart broken. But once we were alone, you became Andrew, the bad boy who wasn’t afraid to take control and go after what he wanted.” She brushed her lips against my ear, and I grew hard all over again, which was amazing considering how many times we’d had s*x already. “You can be Andrew all the time, you know.”

I slid my hand down her back and around the curve of her ass. “You’re the only one I’ve ever been ‘Andrew’ with. And once we leave this hotel, I’ll go back to being Andy again.”

“You’re starting over in a new city where you don’t know anyone. You can reinvent yourself. You can be whoever you want.” Her fingers traveled down to circle my growing hard-on. “But right now, I want this bad boy inside me again.”

“Again? You’re insatiable.”

“I blame Andrew for that.”

I gripped her ass, digging my fingers into the soft skin. “Andrew can’t get enough of you either.”

I rolled her onto her stomach and kissed along her spine, making her shiver. She opened up for me, and I took her from behind, hard and rough, just like she wanted. Soon she was screaming my name, my new favorite sound.

But when it was over, her words kept repeating themselves in my head. Could I get really stop being the nice guy?

Could I be Andrew all the time?

Would I want to?

CHAPTER NINE

BECCA - FIVE MONTHS AGO

When I woke, every muscle in my body was sore in the best way. It was the kind of ache that only came after a brutal workout—or a long night of amazing s*x.

And my god, Andy was incredible. I’d never been with someone who was both so tender and caring, yet so rough and demanding. Now he was nestled against my back, spooning me, and it felt so nice I didn’t want to move, even though I really had to pee.

Last night, we’d both opened up to each other, completely baring our souls for hours. With Andy, I felt an intense connection, a closeness I’d never experienced with anyone before. Which was ridiculous ‘cause we barely knew each other. But we were both moving to Dallas soon; maybe we could see each other again and continue what we’d started. As I dozed in and out, I daydreamed of what might happen when we were both living in the same city, visiting all the restaurants I’d promised to introduce him to and spending more nights together like we’d just had.

I finally climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom, unable to hold it any longer. I took a minute to freshen up, washing my face and brushing my teeth with my finger to get rid of morning breath. Just in case he wanted another round when he woke up.

As I grabbed a towel to dry my hands, I noticed something on the counter—a tiny ring box.

I couldn’t help myself. I had to open it.

Inside, I found a big, sparkling diamond on a golden ring. The ring he’d proposed to Tara with only hours ago.

“Becca?” Andy asked from the other side of the door. “You in there?”

I snapped the box shut.

“Of course.” I eased the door open and smiled at him. “Were you worried I would sneak out without saying goodbye?”

But I wasn’t sure Andy heard a single thing I said because his eyes had dropped to my bare breasts and then lower, to my hand. Which was still holding the box with the ring.

A pained expression crossed his face, and I quickly set the box down on the counter. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I shouldn’t have touched it.”

“It’s fine,” he said, but his voice told me it was not. He didn’t seem angry, though, just in pain.

I took a step toward him, but he brushed past me and into the bathroom, then shut the door behind him. Dammit. I’d really f****d that one up.

I returned to bed, hoping we could talk about what was upsetting him when he got out. And maybe do something about that major morning wood he was rocking. He’d been completely naked, and it was hard to not want that beautiful body of his.

But when Andy walked out a few minutes later, he wouldn’t even look at me. He began gathering up all his clothes off the floor with movements that were frantic and jerky.

“Come back to bed,” I said, patting the empty spot beside me.

“I can’t. I have a flight to catch.” He bent over and grabbed his jeans from the corner, giving me a nice view of his firm ass.

I stood up slowly, letting the sheet slide off my naked skin. He stopped what he was doing to stare at my body.

“Be bad with me one more time,” I said, sliding a hand down my breast to my n****e. “We can make it quick.”

He sucked in a breath, his eyes hungry again. I moved toward him, loving the way his gaze trailed my movements and how his face became more and more desperate the closer I got. I played with my breasts the entire time, making my n*****s hard.

When I crossed the room to him, I didn’t have to say another word. He slanted his mouth over mine, yanking me against his body, his hands on my ass. But before it could go any further, he pulled away.

“I can’t,” he said, his eyes not meeting mine. “I really have to go. I’m sorry.”

I could tell he was holding something back. It was strange, since we’d been so open with each other before. Seeing me holding that box must have upset him more than I’d thought.

“Was it the ring?”