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With a loud groan, I throw my head back onto my brother’s shoulder and roar my release into the sweat-scented room, filling my butterfly’s tight asshole with my thick cum.
Eli is next. He grips on to my ball sack and massages it, his dick twitching against the walls of my ass as he lets go and comes. His warm fluid fills me, dripping down my thighs once he pulls out.
Moaning, I remove myself from Lee and fall beside her, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My limbs feel heavy. It’s like I’m on fucking fire, but holy fuck, that was incredible.
Through tired, hooded eyelids, I watch Eli crawl over to Lee, spread her cheeks, and run his tongue along her seam, licking her from clit to ass.
“Mmmm,” he groans, burying his face between her ass cheeks, licking my cum that’s dripping out of her. “Holy fuck, you both taste so good.” He pulls away, revealing his glistening mouth. Droplets of cum dribble down his chin, and the fucker smiles and licks his lips.
Silence feels the room, and Lee’s breathing evens out and becomes slow and shallow, indicating she’s fallen asleep.
Eli slips into his shorts, gathers her in his arms, and carries her out of the room, protecting her sleeping figure against his chest.
He walks toward the door, then stops in his tracks. Without turning around to face me, he says, “I’m glad she’s alive. Those three months were hell for me, and not a second went by that I didn’t think about her, regardless of what I told you and Rowen. I was trying to be strong and put on a strong front. But really, my heart was fucking breaking. I’m not used to loving anyone besides you and Ro. You two were enough for me until she came along. She left her mark on me the minute she walked into my life, and I made a mistake I’ll regret forever. I’m sorry I allowed my ego and stubbornness to get in the way.” He walks away, leaving me too stunned to speak.
Unlike me, Eli doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. He has so many fucking layers to him that it’s often hard to get close to him and know how he truly feels. Hearing him say that has me fucking stunned.
I love him even more.
thirty-four
ROWEN
“What’s up, buttercup?”A smile forms on my face seeing Olivia enter the house. She truly brightens my days and makes me happy in ways I never would’ve expected.
The blonde-haired child slams the door behind her, walking to where I’m sitting on the couch in the living room. She sits beside me, throwing her backpack onto the floor.
“Uh-oh, what’s wrong?” I question, looking between her and Ace, who just returned from picking her up from school.
“I hate stupid Lucas!” she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. The movement causes her shirt sleeve to rise, revealing scratches and irritated red skin.
“What the hell happened?” I snap, dropping to my knees in front of her, carefully taking her arm and examining the scrapes.
“That damn kid was pushing her around,” Ace explains, anger taking over his features. He sits beside us on the couch.
“I punched him in the gut just like Lee said I could do to bullies. He pushed me down, but I got up and punched him,” Olivia says proudly, showing me her fist.
“I don’t understand. I thought Riot was the one bullying you? Now it’s someone else?” I look at her, confused.
“Riot and I are friends now.” Her frown fades away and is replaced by a wide fucking smile. “He likes me, and that’s why he was an asshole.”
“Olivia, language.” Ace tsks, unamused by her words. How can we get angry when she hears so many of us curse?
“Sorry,” she mumbles, looking from him to me. “Someone in my class said boys are mean when they like you. So, I went to Riot and asked, and he said he was sorry for being mean to me and said yes, he does like me.” She grins proudly. “We’ve decided to be best friends now.”
Which a chuckle, I shake my head and stand to my feet. “All right, little slugger. Come help me make dinner.”
She jumps to her feet and leads me into the kitchen
Fuck that damn Lucas kid for putting his hands on my little warrior, but I’m so fucking proud of her for sticking up for herself. I know violence is never the answer, but if he wants to hit her, it’s only fair that she defends herself and hits him right back.
“You can have anything you want for dinner.” I open the fridge.
Olivia taps her finger against her chin, thinking about it, then says, “French toast.”
I nod and pull out a few ingredients from the fridge. “Good choice. I just so happen to make the best French toast ever.”
She eyes me skeptically. “Really? Well, I’ll be the judge of that.” Olivia stands beside me at the counter.
