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Squeezing her thighs together, she complies, dropping between my parted legs. Lowering my zipper, I free my cock and guide it between her willing lips.

She sucks me deep, her greedy mouth devouring my cock. Normally I’d thread my fingers through her hair, guide her the way I want her, set my own pace. But I don’t have to do that this time. Somehow, she knows exactly what I want.

Fast.

Wet.

Hard.

I brush a strand of hair from her face so I can watch her suck my cock, allowing myself to be pulled into her sexual vortex.

This last year has been hell.

I lost a father—who wasn’t really my father, almost lost a mother, and gained a sister who will also, oddly enough, become my sister-in-law in the very new future.

My life is a fucking mess.

I should have my shit together, but I don’t. I work, fuck, drink, and sleep—and not always in that order. My life has spiraled out of control, and there doesn’t seem to be a damn thing I can do about it. I should be happy, free from the Ambrosis, but I’m not. I have a huge, empty hole in me that I can’t seem to fill. I’m working hard to play the part of doting brother, though I’m constantly brushing off Shae and Rex’s concerns about how I’m holding up.

Yet despite my best efforts to appear happy and unaffected, I suspect they see right through me.

I’m sick of them constantly nagging at me to talk to someone about what happened, which is why I jumped at the chance for some extra work, especially since that extra work means getting the fuck out of dodge.

The last thing I want is them worrying about me. They’ve finally got each other, and they’re in a good place. They should be worrying about their wedding and going on that expensive fucking honeymoon, not my unstable ass. I can’t explain how I’m feeling to them, and I can’t tell them what I’m doing to cope. Hell no. They wouldn’t understand, and the less they know the better.

My phone rings, and I tug it from my pocket, careful not to disturb Lacey.

“Harder,” I tell her before I answer.

She follows my command, sucking me in, and when I hit the back of her throat, I thrust my hips forward, forcing myself deeper. She nearly gags, but this woman is a powerhouse and doesn’t let it stop her.

“Right fucking there. That’s it,” I grunt.

She moans as I swipe my finger across my phone.

“Hello?”

There’s something oddly erotic about having my cock shoved down a woman’s throat while carrying on with business. It would be even better if I was buried in her pussy.

“It’s time.”

My back stiffens at the sound of Giovanni’s voice.

“You there?” he asks after a moment.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

“You in or not, kid?”

This is what I’ve been waiting for. A purpose. I wish I could’ve done it without shoving myself back into the life I was so desperate to leave, but I don’t have much of a choice.

“I’m in.”

“Shit’s going down fast. Get home, pack your bag, and be ready to go.”

He disconnects the call before I have a chance to respond. With my phone gripped tight in my hand, I smile to myself and look down at Lacey.

It’s about goddamn time I do something with myself.

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