Page 213 of Masters of Control

Then he thrust in hard, pressing his body against her, grinding and rubbing against the swollen, seared flesh of her ass, and Morgan screamed again. Her pussy gripped him, convulsing around his thick cock, and she could feel him pulsing against her shuddering walls. Rocking his hips, he groaned her name as he filled the condom while her pussy milked him.

“Fuck,” he said hoarsely before collapsing on top of her. His heavy weight was strangely comfortable atop her, making her feel surrounded and secure as her body shuddered in the aftershocks of pleasure. She was still throbbing from the assault of erotic agony, the overwhelming climax.

Even if he wasn’t on top of her, she was pretty sure she wouldn’t have been able to stand. Her legs felt like rubber. So did her arms. So did everything else. Lying underneath him was about the limit of what she could realistically handle.

Closing her eyes, she savored the moment of feeling him surrounding her, inside her… as if they belonged together. She knew it couldn’t last, but just pretending felt nice.

Chapter Twenty

Asad

Organizing a bachelor party long-distance hadn’t been easy. Asad had mostly left it up to the other groomsmen to help him out. Mason had taken the lead, not surprisingly, and he’d done a good job.

They’d rented out a huge private room and set up a projector to put some movies on one side of it with several couches and armchairs—not that most people were paying attention. Some of them were talking and drinking at the tables in the center of the room, which were set up to eat. There was a massive buffet, complete with meat stations to grab food from, and an open bar. Most of the guests were at the tables set up for playing cards on the other side of the room. There were tables for poker and blackjack—and very cute young women in very skimpy outfits were dealing.

Cyrus had specifically said no strippers, and Mason could honestly say they weren’t strippers. They were getting plenty of attention from Cyrus’ single friends, though. His brother, on the other hand, was sitting on the couch, drink in hand, watching the movie and looking contemplative.

As much as Asad would have liked to join the party, though none of the women were as attractive to him as Morgan, he felt like it was his duty to keep his brother entertained. That’s what the best man was there for. Did it go against the grain to put aside what he wanted? Absolutely. At the same time, it was like slipping on an old worn-out shoe he’d just found again. It was a little too comfortable, yet painful.

“No cards for you?” he asked as he took the seat next to Cyrus. Unsurprisingly, Mason followed only a moment later, sitting on Cyrus’ opposite side on the couch.

“Nah.” Cyrus stared at the movie screen, but it didn’t seem like he was really seeing it. His finger tapped against the side of the glass he was holding. Frowning, Asad leaned back to glance over Cyrus’ shoulder at Mason to see what he was thinking—and Mason was looking back at him in the exact same manner.

His brother loved Anna. Asad had seen it. Was he having second thoughts?

“Everything okay?” Mason asked. “Is this where you get cold feet, and we have to talk you into showing up at the ceremony tomorrow? Because I’m pretty sure Anna will castrate you if you do a no-show.”

Cyrus snorted, and the tension inside Asad relaxed.

“Trust me, I’m marrying that girl tomorrow, come hell or high water.” A real smile appeared on Cyrus’ face, and he finally turned his head, glancing back and forth between Mason and Asad. “What is this, an intervention?”

“Nah, just wanted to check on you since it’s your bachelor party, and you’re staring off into space.” Asad raised his eyebrow at his little brother, inviting him to explain. Cyrus shrugged one shoulder. “So, if it’s not Anna, what is it?”

“It’s you.”

On the other side of Cyrus, Mason sat back, a look of satisfaction on his face. Asad narrowed his eyes at his cousin but addressed Cyrus.

“What about me? What did I do?” He tried to keep his tone light rather than defensive, but he could hear it creeping in. He knew damn well he hadn’t done anything. As always, he’d put aside all his own issues to be there for Cyrus when his brother needed him.

“I was hoping this week would be more of a bonding experience,” Cyrus said, refocusing his attention on his glass, as if looking at Asad while confessing his feelings was too difficult. “I thought maybe we’d… I don’t know. It’s not that you haven’t been around, it just hasn’t been what I thought it would be.”

Confusion filled Asad. He had no idea what his brother was talking about.

“Well, I’m here, right? What do you want to do to bond?”

“I don’t know.” Cyrus sounded mournful. “I just thought… I mean, I know things got messed up when we were kids. First the cancer, then you leaving, and I guess I just thought this week we’d be able to change all that. Sometimes, it feels like things will never really change.” He turned to look up at Asad again, his dark eyes filled with emotion. “But I am really glad you’re here.”

He suddenly leaned forward, grabbing onto Asad and wrapping him in a hug. Asad blinked, looking at Mason and mouthed the words ‘how much has he had to drink?’ Mason held up his hands in confusion, but he didn’t seem surprised by Cyrus’ confession or his emotional outburst.

“Maybe you and Asad could talk about when and where you’re going to see each other after this,” Mason suggested gently, patting Cyrus on the back.

“Yes.” Cyrus sat up straight, staring at Asad like he could burn a hole through him. Even though he was sitting up, he still gripped Asad’s shirt tightly, keeping him in place. “We’re going to get together after this. I want you in my life, Asad.”

“I am in your life,” Asad protested, but even as he said the words, he knew that Cyrus had a point. He hadn’t been in his brother’s life the way he could have been. He’d been avoiding Cyrus as much as he had their parents.

“I want you in my life more.”

“Okay,” he said soothingly, patting Cyrus’s hands. “I can do that. We’ll make it a point to see each other more. Okay?”