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Dad chuckles. “That’s the thing about love, Son. It strikes when you least expect it.” His warm gaze falls on me, and it’s then that I know everything is going to be okay.

Things might be messy and strained and weird for a while, but ultimately, we’re family.

And we’ll ride out this storm as a family should.

Together.

* * *

“Jesus, Liv. Do you have any idea how fucking good your pussy feels clenched around me?” Reese thrusts into me slowly, punching his hips in the most perfect way.

“Quiet,” I chide. “We need to be quiet.” His hand slides around my jaw and covers my mouth as he fucks me from behind over the sink vanity.

He drops his mouth to my neck, his eyes fixed right on mine in the mirror.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, biting down and making me gush around him.

“Reese.” My muffled cry is drowned out by his palm.

“I love your body… your pussy, the way you grip me like a fucking vice.” He slides out and pushes back in, teasing me, his fingers curling around my hip.

I’ll have bruises but I don’t care. I need him. I want him like this. Raw and real and unfiltered.

“It’s a shame Oak didn’t stick around. We could have had some fun taunting him.”

“Reese!” I nip his hand and he collars my throat, bringing his mouth to my ear.

“I’m thinking he doesn’t believe I’m serious about you. About us, Liv. Maybe he needs proof. Maybe he needs to hear you screaming my name over and over to really drive the point home.”

“Oh God.” An intense wave crashes over me as my legs tremble.

“That’s it, babe. Give it to me.”

Reese lets me have it—hard, brutal thrusts that drag out my orgasm until I’m whimpering uncontrollably, murmuring his name like a whispered prayer.

“You’re mine, Olivia.” He kisses my collarbone, still watching me in the mirror.

Watching us.

“I want it all.”

“Yours,” I breathe. “Yours.”

“Fuck.” He drives into me and stills, holding me as close as possible while he fills me up.

Fisting my hair, he drags my face up to his and kisses me with so much intensity, my heart swells in my chest. “I love you, sweet cheeks. So fucking much.”

“I love you too, Reese.”

“No regrets?” he asks, his body shuddering against mine.

“I…” The words get stuck in my throat as I consider his question.

Our relationship isn’t born out of truth and honesty, it’s forged from pain and heartache, lies and games…

But sometimes, you have to walk through the flames to get to the other side.

Pulling his face down to mine, I kiss him. Once. Twice.

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