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When I thrust into her again, it spreads over her asshole. My finger trails to it obsessively.
“All of you,” I snarl. “I own… every… single… part.”
She bites down, staring at me over her shoulder. There’s bravery and the eager need to please in her youthful eyes.
“Every part,” she whimpers. “Yeah, Brian. Oh, oh…”
Using her release, I gently slip the tip of my finger into her tight asshole, feeling it against the top of my dick as the walls of her pussy close around me. Her release beads around my finger, and then I’m roaring. I’m surprised I don’t bring the whole goddamn building down. Come pumps out of me, wave after wave of it.
I slip my finger out of her asshole and spank her repeatedly. Each time, she moans and squirts thicker and creamier down my dick. I stare blurry-eyed at her red ass and then at her red face as she twists and gazes up at me. We move together, her ass jiggling gorgeously, and then I collapse on top of her and kiss her on the cheek. She finds my lips, and we roll on the bed.
“You’re an animal,” she breathes, collapsing into my arms.
“It’s what you make me,” I say, reaching down and palming her pussy, gently rubbing her clit.
She shivers next to me. “Again, already?”
I’ve emptied my balls, but my cock is already getting hard, tension working up the shaft.
“I want you on top,” I tell her, “so we can stare into each other’s eyes. It’s so damn hard not to lose control with you.”
She smiles, trailing her finger up my chest. “Didn’t you just lose control?”
“Again, then, angel.”
She shoves me playfully, laughing. “Okay, you got a deal, but do you think we could change the sheets first?”
“Why?”
She gestures, and I see it.
The petal of blood.
I kiss the top of her head, hugging her tightly. “You don’t need to be ashamed of that. It’s just proof you’re mine and only ever will be.”
“But still…”
I grin, then stand and quickly scoop her into my arms. She throws her arms around me, shivering when I start fingering her and carrying her to the door simultaneously.
“Where are we going?” she moans.
“The spare room.”
There’s still a shadow of guilt, a small voice that shouldn’t be small, telling me this is the worst thing I’ve ever done, but when I kick the door to the spare room open, it’s gone.
Only my woman exists.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Evie
Sitting next to Brian in my parents’ garden, I do my best not to reach out and touch his arm. His foot taps as we wait for Mom and Dad to join us. He glances at me, a smirk appearing, but there’s tight nervousness all around his mouth. I can see past his expression to the real emotion underneath.
What we did last night is still pulsing inside me, how things ramped up, and slowly, my anxiety melted away. Any doubts I had disappeared, and toward the end, when things got really dirty, I couldn’t believe how sexy I felt. Desired and important, the object of my crush’s obsession. Heck, I love that crush talk.
Brian runs a hand through his hair.
“You do that when you’re nervous,” I say.
He laughs darkly. “There’s a lot to be nervous about.”
“I think everything…”
But I don’t get the chance to make something up.
Mom and Dad walk out together, holding hands. Dad’s clenching his jaw, which always makes his cheekbones look sharper. Mom is dressed oddly in a businesslike way, in a formal blazer with the buttons done up.
When she sees me looking, she shrugs. “I’ve got an important meeting after this.”
“You look great,” I tell her. “Is this for the promotion?”
“It could be.”
When she sits, I take her hand. It’s a big moment that could blow up any second. I remember how she was yesterday, almost vicious toward Brian, but she doesn’t snatch her hand away.
“You’re going to do great.”
“Thanks, Evie.”
I try not to get my hopes up, but when Dad meets my eye with a smile, I’m not sure I can fight it—the desire to believe everything will work out okay. A dream come true. Me and my crush, the only man I’ve ever wanted.
“We’ve talked about yesterday,” Roger says. “Before we go on, I have to ask you both. Did you tell the complete truth yesterday? About your feelings for each other? Is there anything you held back? Anything we should know?”
“About our… feelings?” I murmur.
From beside me, Brian tenses up. I don’t have to look to know this. Somehow, I can sense it.
Mom picks at the table anxiously with her chewed-on thumbnail. “Are you hinting at something else? That you’ve done something?”
“Yes,” I say because I can’t lie. “We have.”
“Something other than what you wrote in your journal?”
“Yes, Mom.”
She nods and stops picking at the table. “Thank you for being honest.”
“Other than that,” Brian says tightly. “There’s nothing. You know it all. I’m crazy in love with her.”
