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“Fuck yes,” he growls, then reaches around me to grip my cock. I jerk against him as he continues to fuck me and pump my cock. “Get there, Crue, I’m about to come.”
“Keep going, don’t fucking stop.” He obeys my demand and continues to thrust inside me until a white haze over takes my vision as I cum harder than I ever have before whilst yelling his name and coming in his hand.
“Crue,” Saint roars as his own orgasm crashes through him and he comes in my ass. Shudders tear through both of us as we slowly come down from our high. Saint flops forward against my back, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. We stay like this until our breathing even outs. Saint shifts and I flinch. “Fuck, sorry. I’m gonna pull out.”
“Okay.” He pulls out slowly and fuck it stings like a bitch. I push off the bed and head straight for the bathroom so I can shower. The moment I step under the spray, Saint enters wearing his jeans and a look of unease on his face. Thanks to it being an open shower, I have no problem seeing him. “Just say whatever is on your mind,” I say as I begin to wash myself. I cringe when I feel his cum begin to leak out of my ass. That’s a feeling I don’t think I will ever get used to.
“Look, that was fucking amazing and everything but…” He lets his sentence travel off. I wash quickly, then shut the shower off before snagging a towel off the rack, wrapping it around my waist, before turning to face my best friend, who looks like he’s on the verge of having a breakdown.
“It was a one-time thing.” His brows raise. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve wanted that for years but if I’m being honest with myself and you, since meeting Katie, shit shifted.” He nods. “Do I love you?” He tenses and his face becomes an emotionless mask. “Fuck yes, you’re my best friend but you’re also just… more.” I can’t explain this thing between me and Saint. Was it fucking amazing? Yes, but now that the itch has been scratched so to speak, I now know it was never about being with him physically.
A whoosh of air escapes him and he smiles wide. “Same, I love you too.” The tension that was present a second ago is now gone. The divide I felt between us for months is also gone and fuck it feels good to have no barrier between us again. I now know that wedge was put there because I wasn’t the only one who had feelings, but Saint didn’t know how to act on them. Without her we are struggling… we are nothing… we aren’t complete. We thought us having sex would fix the hole she left but it didn't. The sound of my phone ringing has me rushing out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom to fish it out of my jeans.
I answer the call and bring it to my ear. “Yeah?”
“Crue Hastings?” I tense at the tone in the caller's voice. Half expecting it to be some crazy fan confessing their undying love for me.
“Who’s asking?” I growl. Saint comes to stand in front of me with a worried look on his face.
“My name is Carlos. Troy told me you were looking for information and given the fact his regular PI is helping the person you are searching for he thought it better to refer you to me.” I place the call on speaker so Saint can hear.
“So, Katie has a PI? Why?” Saint frowns and I mouth I’ll tell him later.
“She is looking into the adoption of her daughter.” My blood turns to ice and Saint turns pale as Carlos confirms what we had speculated.
“How the fuck did she put her up for adoption without our consent?” Saint snarls.
Carlos doesn’t question the fact that Saint spoke and not me, he just answers his question. “The father signed the adoption papers.” We both exchange a loaded look.
“We didn’t sign shit,” I say.
“The paperwork I’ve managed to procure shows the father’s signature, he signed his rights away the day the child was born.”
“Send me the fucking paperwork,” Saint demands.
“Can you find out who adopted her?” I ask.
“I’m working on it now. The file is just downloading. This was a closed adoption so it’s been hard getting any information on this case. Something isn’t right with it.”
“What do you mean?” I push.
“This adoption wasn’t put through the right channels. I mean there is paperwork to prove it but it was rushed and the family wasn’t vetted. It’s like they knew someone in the agency or paid them off.” Dread pools inside me. Saint looks like he might hurl and I don’t blame him.
“So, Katie never met the family she gave our daughter to?” Saint whispers.
“By the looks of it, no. The agency dealt with all of that but I can also see that Katie has put in numerous requests to find out more information, but she signed her rights over and has no claim to the child.”
“She may have no rights but we didn’t sign over shit. I want my daughter,” Saint snaps.
“Uh, gentlemen, we may have a problem.”
“What is it?” I hedge.
“I’m going to assume that is Saint Morgan with you?” Both of us frown.
“Uh, yeah, why?” I grit out.
“Turns out, Katie, didn’t give the baby to just anyone after all,” he says.
