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I quit teasing her. I closed my mouth over her clit and stayed there, and I pushed her knees wide with my hands and held them open. She couldn’t close her legs and she couldn’t get away from my tongue. Her stomach went tight. She dragged my pillow over her own face and screamed into it.

I took the pillow away. I wanted to hear her scream.

She came against my mouth with my name loud enough to carry to town. I kept on until she was shaking. Then I turned her over onto her knees, pulled her hips back and pushed my cock into her.

Christ. She was still clenching from the first one, wet and swollen and gripping me like a fist, and I had to stop halfway and breathe.

“All of it,” she said. She looked back at me over her shoulder. “Quit being careful with me.”

I gave her all of it.

I took her deep and slow, long strokes, all the way out and back in to the hilt. I wound her hair around my fist and pulled her up onto her hands so I could watch. The long dip of her back. Her ass against my hips. My cock sliding into her, shining wet. She shoved back onto me to make me go faster. I held her where she was by the hair and made her take it at my speed, and she moaned so low I felt it in my balls.

I’d meant to last an hour. I didn’t come close.

I pulled her up against my chest with one arm across her breasts and my other hand between her legs, and I fucked her like that, on our knees, with her head tipped back on my shoulder and my mouth on her throat. She reached back and held on to my neck. Sweat ran between us. Her heart was hammering under my forearm.

“I’m yours,” she said, out of nowhere.

That did it. She came the second time shaking in my arms. I laid her down on her stomach and covered her, and I finished deep inside her with her fingers locked through mine and my mouth on the back of her neck, telling her she was mine too, telling her I was never letting anything happen to her.

Afterward she lay on me with her leg over mine.

“Don’t get yourself killed on Friday,” she said.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

I held on to her until she fell asleep, and then I lay awake and thought about my sister.

I’d tell her Saturday. As soon as we’d dealt with this cartel problem.

I should’ve known things don’t always work out the way I plan.

Thursday morning I walked out of the shower and Ava-Rose was sitting on my kitchen counter in my T-shirt, drinking coffee, swinging her bare feet. She had a mark on her neck that I’d put there and wasn’t sorry about.

I stood between her knees. I took the mug out of her hand and set it down. She laughed, and I put my mouth on that mark and slid my hand up under the shirt to her breast, and she wrapped her legs around me.

The kitchen door opened behind us.

Brynn has let herself into my house since the day I bought it. She’s never knocked in her life. She had a paper bag under her arm, coffees in a tray, and she was already talking.

“Ava, I brought you breakfast before work, I thought we could…”

She stopped.

She saw the shirt. She saw my hand under it, and Ava-Rose’s legs around my waist. She saw the mark, and the bag and the coffees hit my floor.

My sister looked straight past her best friend, then at me.

CHAPTER 5

AVA-ROSE

“How long?” Brynn said quietly.

I slid off the counter and pulled the T-shirt down over my thighs. Havoc stepped in front of me. I stepped around him.

“Brynn,” I said.